The Game
Just for the fame
It is always the same
Every one needs to play
This capitalistic game.
The taste of money
And the smell of your wealth
Makes us sick and disbelieve
In this imperfect world
This is what we live for
This is what we die for
It's all about the money
All about the fame
It's all about the pleasure
And resisting the pain
Of being on the ground
And standing up again
With heads held high
Keep on walking through the rain
Sick of the hypocrites
Sick of the pain
Sick of the feeling there's nothing to gain
Tired of all these words
That you spit out
Of all the criticism
That you shout out loud
This is what what we live for
This is what we die for
This is what what we live for
This is what we die for
It's all about the money
All about the fame
It's all about the pleasure
And resisting the pain
Of being on the ground
And standing up again
With heads held high
Keep on walking through the rain
Just for the fame
It is always the same
Every one needs to play
This capitalistic game.
Just for the fame
It is always the same
Every one needs to play
This capitalistic game.
This is what what we live for
This is what we die for
This is what what we live for
This is what we die for
It's all about the money
All about the fame
It's all about the pleasure
And resisting the pain
Of being on the ground
And standing up again
With heads held high
Keep on walking through the rain
It is always the same
Every one needs to play
This capitalistic game.
The taste of money
And the smell of your wealth
Makes us sick and disbelieve
In this imperfect world
This is what we live for
This is what we die for
It's all about the money
All about the fame
It's all about the pleasure
And resisting the pain
Of being on the ground
And standing up again
With heads held high
Keep on walking through the rain
Sick of the hypocrites
Sick of the pain
Sick of the feeling there's nothing to gain
Tired of all these words
That you spit out
Of all the criticism
That you shout out loud
This is what what we live for
This is what we die for
This is what what we live for
This is what we die for
It's all about the money
All about the fame
It's all about the pleasure
And resisting the pain
Of being on the ground
And standing up again
With heads held high
Keep on walking through the rain
Just for the fame
It is always the same
Every one needs to play
This capitalistic game.
Just for the fame
It is always the same
Every one needs to play
This capitalistic game.
This is what what we live for
This is what we die for
This is what what we live for
This is what we die for
It's all about the money
All about the fame
It's all about the pleasure
And resisting the pain
Of being on the ground
And standing up again
With heads held high
Keep on walking through the rain
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Gueldener, Nico Sallach, Dixi Wu, Simon Yildirim, Daniel Haniss, Marc Dobruk, Stanislaw Czywil
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