Voice – Letras de Like Strangers

(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler)
(from the album "InFormation", 1995)
he turns around the key of his Jaguar
and whispers a shallow good bye to his wife
as the dark green lacquer's
reflecting the light of the uprising sun
on the way to the vitreous office building
someone on the radio tells the latest news
about the starving part of the world
and the man with golden watch on his arm
lights a cigar as ten meters away
a rich old man is killed
with a chromium plated gun
he had a black car with bullet proof glass
and a white house for a retired life
but all the old man leaves behind
is a red stain on the dirty grey asphalt
time passes and no one is able to use it
just a game of selling and winning
glorious and ruthless without space for loosers
society falls into deepest abstruseness
'cause the children of wealth have never learned
to pay their score
a bright lightning lights up the horizon
people running head over heels
and the voices of day
turn into screams in the night