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Red carpet crying baby blueNothing that crosses your lips is trueYou'll be philosophizing, or criticizingUntil your face turns blueAnd while you're sitting in your ivory tower highAll those diggers in those ditches just wither and dieDrinking off all those sweet tears that you cry'Cause you know it's getting so damn dry outsideWhile you're sitting inside with your feet up by the fireWe'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping the steps of your empireYeah we'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweepingThe steps of your empireThink about your hands how they'll never hammer nailsAnd how you'll never spend the night inside that hard cold jailHow you'll never feel the falling of the rain or the hailYour skin will forever grow so paleAnd it ain't like there's a master or a slaveNo there isn't any way that you could ever behaveAin't like you're going to recognize on some beautiful dayNow you just got to pay all them debts that you madeWhile you're sitting inside thinking who started the fireWe'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping the steps of your empireYeah we'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweepingWe'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping the steps of your empireYeah we'll be sweeping, ah we'll be sweeping Aus Songtexte Mania