We're In

We are the soldiers of the market
 Wearing businessuniform
 Raise the profit is our target
 Selling weappons, drugs and porn
 We jet from Frankfurt up to Wallstreet
 We stick in each and every deal
 Don't you ask for responsibility
 There's nothing to reveal
 But at the weekend we're at home
 We kiss our kids goodnight
 We take our pretty wifes and enter pleasuredome
 We feel so high because we earn it
 Until we burn it
 We are the keepers of the nature
 We're pricing animals and trees
 If you don't want to pay for your live
 Leave this planet, if you please
 But at the weekend we're at home
 We kiss our kids goodnight
 We take our pretty wifes and enter pleasuredome
 We feel so high because we earn it
 Until we burn it
 We are the cracks of inovation
 Lead you to virtuality
 We sell you hazy explanations
 And you turn to pay the fee
 But at the weekend we're at home
 We kiss our kids goodnight
 We take our pretty wifes and enter pleasuredome
 We feel so high because we earn it
 Until we burn it
 We were the soldiers of the market
 Still wear that same old uniform
 But now it seems like we have
 Sold ourselves