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"50 bucks is the new 5 dollars", it says on the bathroom wall And "Men are the new women" is written up in one of the stalls But really nothing is the new anything All things are their own All things are their own And though there is no going home There are moments of beauty and repose This is not one of those All things are their own Is this anyone's utopia? Anyone's best of all possible anythings? Hell no Or at least I really don't think so Irony isn't dead but it sure is stinking up the joint Its point made long ago The advertisements just won't let it go Into nothingness Into yesterday Into far away from this place that on our good days we call home For better and for worse And I know we can do better And you do too So let's SongtexteAlright? Okay Is this anyone's utopia? Anyone's best of all possible anythings? Hell no Or at least I really don't think so [x2] Excuse me do you work here? I seem to have spilled my eight dollar beer And to have shoved three rolls of toilet paper down the toilet And then pissed on it So if you can clean up this mess Right now Alright? Okay Okay? Alright Aus Songtexte Mania