| Song | Dea Pecuniae |
| Artist | Pain of Salvation |
| Album | Be |
| 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 ‘ | |
| 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 “Live 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 – 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 – 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 |
| Daniel Gildenl w | |
| 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 ' | |
| 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 " Live 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 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 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 |