Caviar and champagne, big golden rings and expensive cigars
Sweaty butts on a couch whuch cost as much as ticket to Mars
Phony smile... Those eyes as they pay unbelievable price
for the right to decide what to do - for me and you
House in France and a Benz -
you see, the whole world’s right in their hands
Such a waste - Wicked Lounge’s a happening place.
Balding guys - filthy rich and every one’s such a son of a bitch
Countrys sold, countrys bought.
They’re trading wars and can you tell me why not?
Write a check - or a pass? It’s just as easy as scratching your ass
What is right?What is wrong?
Pay the price and it won’t take too long
to decide what is right thing to do - for me and you
Maybe this makes you sick
You see, the point is their wallet’s too thick
Such a waste - Wicked Lounge’s a remarkable place
Dearest God, please get pissed -
I’m sure that none of these jerks will be missed
Such a waste - Wicked Lounge’s a wonderful place
So I see what you posted, and the first thing that comes to mind in response is Tom Waits lyrics: “Pasties and a g-string, beer and a shot ...”