Letras: KMFDM. Bitches.

All These Years All This Time We Have Been Messin? With Your Mind
You Thought Us Noble Rad And True
You Just Don?t Have A Fuckin? Clue
All The Humor Pun And Wit
A Heaping Steamin? Pile Of Shit
With A Smile And A Wink We Make Believe Our Poop Don?t Stink
Rip The System Revolution
Adding Fuel To Your Confusion
Gobble Up The Crap We Feed You
We Don?t Really Love And Need You
We Just Want Your Cold Hard Cash
Get Our Hands On Your Stash
Now Shut Up Listen And Behold
Finally The Truth Be Told

We?re Only In It For The Money
To Dip Our Fingers In Your Honey
We Pretend To No End
We Are Bitches For Your Riches

Blindsided By Audacity Of A Handsome Crook From Germany
A Million Sheets Of Patient Paper Chronicle His Every Caper
You Never Had Us Figured Out
Lent Stature Relevance And Clout
Even Called Us Pioneers When Really We Were Privateers
You Reveled In Our Plagiarism Joined Into The Onanism
Your Pompousness And Indecorum
Spewed On Every Online Forum
How You Dribbled How You Drooled Priceless How We Had You Fooled
We Hi-Jacked Your Bedazzled Soul For Ransom To Be Paid In Gold

We?re Only In It For The Game
Sex ?N?drugs ?N? Rock?n?roll Fame
We Parade The Charade
We Are Jamming For Your Mammon

We?re Only In It For The Encore
We Want It All And Then Some More
Men Of Deeds For Proceeds
Prime Booty Is Our Duty

We?re Only In It For Returns
A Greased Palm Nevers Burns
Can?t Get Enough To Stuff
The Orifice Of Avarice