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There were three of them, three bloody sharks
Each of them had pockets stuffed tight
The whole city almost trembled at their sight
Today, the first one is fat, with loads of cash
The second one cries – Ivan poured acid on his face
The third one became a friend to the fish in the lake
The third one has it the worst

Money, dirty money, dirty money, stinking money
This is a song about dirty money

People of Babylon are coming
The thieving mob bends under the weight of gold
They tie people to trees in the forest
The eighth wonder of the world, the fifth stripe on tracksuits
Specific guys
Their necks are wider than the tires on their BMWs
Their women no longer bow to Gods
On high heels, they can't dance pogo

Money, dirty money, dirty money, stinking money
This is a song about dirty money

We can no longer look at each other
We don't want to know each other anymore
Dirty money has divided us all
Perhaps I’m even making a mistake
I irresistibly feel that
For a few miserable bucks
You could shoot me
We can no longer look at each other
We don't want to know each other anymore
Dirty money, the world is dripping with dirty money
Perhaps you’re even making a mistake,
When you think you can buy everything
Just be careful, not everything I have is for sale
I have for sale, I have for sale, I have.

The radio, a bad snake, beats the rhythm of life
The meaning of life breaks down here and around
Here the devil incarnate is more zealous than the angel
Seriously scares me
This nutcase in bandages
All this Catholic emergency service
Here, the collection plate is holy, money
Money is secular

We can no longer look at each other
We don't want to know each other anymore
Dirty money has divided us all
Perhaps I’m even making a mistake
I irresistibly feel that
For a few miserable bucks
You could shoot me
We can no longer look at each other
We don't want to know each other anymore
Dirty money, the world is dripping with dirty money
Perhaps you’re even making a mistake,
When you think you can buy everything
Just be careful, not everything I have is for sale
I have for sale, I have for sale, I have

Good Jesus shows me the way
Which path I can take through life
And sometimes even sends me money by mail