We talk about the poor how they cry for more But our luxury web don't give a sh** about that And those ages think about those generous kings It's a laughing disease that makes them please So open your eyes and see These are the nineties Open your mind and feel This is the twentieth century The chemical mist shall k** and twist But our last patrol shall save it all It's money that talks like a stoned who*e But she sticks you in the back if you want to snap So open your eyes and see These are the nineties Open your mind and feel This is the twentieth century