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They came from somewhere with the look Like the service treats them wellThey put their evil eye to work 'Cause they thought you couldn't tellBut some there's savvy to your simple foolAnd their benevolence can be so cruelYou heard their voices in reverse So you got some things confused You couldn't separate the facts From the things they said were trueSo now you're stuck between the dead and dyingAnd that's the trouble with just killing timeYou turned the tables on their work, but the clock was overdueThey're gonna hit you where it hurts But you don't know what to do Because the sucker-punch is still impliedAnd that's a comfort that you couldn't findThe risk of running out of luck Is the fortune-tellers' bluesThey tried to tear you from your fateBut they never had a clue was it your culture that couldn't buy?Or is their fortune in just killing time? SongtexteDon't tell me that they're doing it to save your lifeDon't sell them what they're due until they treat you rightYou put the pieces all together, to watch them come ungluedThe temperamental taste of the occidental palate Led the forces of their finance to force it in your faceThey never stopped to wonder if your pride was still at stakeThere's no telling what you do to get to sleep at nightThey're too jealous of your decency to be polite Aus Songtexte Mania