Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlöw







I. Mr. Money







Miss Mediocraty:



?Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here







Mr. Money:



Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry



You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money



Now you want someone to hold you



And call when you're in town



Someone to calm you and confirm you



Well, I'm here...



...to let you down



ÔÇ˙Cause outside these sexy cars



And far from my trendy bars



Behind these smiles...



Miss Mediocraty:



"...maybe go someplace..."



Mr. Money:



...And sunscreen...



Miss Mediocraty:



"...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk!"



Mr. Money:



...And ÔÇŁLive the Dream!?s...



Miss Mediocraty:



"...and get to know each other..."



Mr. Money:



I am cold!



Miss Mediocraty:



"...no?"



Mr. Money:



And mean!







Miss Mediocraty:



"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!



...or bad...



...whatever you like!?







Mr. Money:



Daily Finance ÔÇô that's me in the Armani



Got



Three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris



I Could have bought a Third World country



With the riches that I've spent



But hey



All modern economics claim that I deserved



Every single cent



And the one time I'm the lesser half



Is when we split the tab



So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...



But most of all...







Here's to Me!



Here's to Me!



Here's to Me!



There will be nothing left...



So...



Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)



Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take care of you)



Here's to Me!



There will be nothing left...



Nothing left...



...for you







Dea Pecuniae:



"If you're looking for fulfillment



A Kingdom and a Crown



A Paradise of Free Rides



I am here...



...to let you down



I'll get you the sexy cars



And a taste of divinity



A glimpse of the Stars



Immortality



But then Vanity



Will leave you dried and scarred



(Mr. Money: That's right, oh, give it to me!)







Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: Oh baby, baby)



Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: You'll take care of me)



Here's to Me!



To me"







II. Permanere







Mr. Money:



But then when it's silent



And the lights from the bars go down



I need comforting



'Cause somewhere there deep inside



Feelings of loss arise



And I hate to lose!







III: I Raise My Glass







They say it's lonely at the top



Then I'm as lonely as can be



But I am not too sorry



You see, I've chosen this company



I got myself a winning team



It's Me, Myself and I



You bet it's lonely at the top old friends



And I'm here today to tell you suckers why!



(Dea Pecuniae!)



Dea Pecuniae



Money rules...



They claim that I get paid for my big Responsibility



But hey, you know...



That is just a lame excuse



For my egocentricity



They say that we're really the same you and I



And I truly do agree



You see



Just like me



You live for me



Until the day you die



And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility



To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts



To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environment



Or the poverty



Well, maybe not more than marginally anyway



Good for you!



And you know what?



Here's to you...



And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy



For those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy



And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy



I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table



So let's raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times ÔÇô cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get



So come on now - raise your glasses!



Here's to YOU



There will be nothing left - no!



Nothing left...



...but money