Lyapis trubetskoy - Capital lyrics

For dinner I devour gold bars Diamond desert, oil cream My name is Baalzebul Owner of the stratosphere I am unrealistically cool My respect is beyond measure In my left hand is Snickers In my right hand is Mars My pr Manager is Karl Marx In my left hand is Snickers In my right hand is Mars My pr Manager is Karl Marx Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital! I devour the cities and wash them down with the seas My beard covers the sky Thunder and lightning, rain and fog My boots are licked by ministers and leaders In my left hand is Snickers In my right hand is Mars My pr Manager is Karl Marx In my left hand is Snickers In my right hand is Mars My pr Manager is Karl Marx Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital! In my left hand is Snickers In my right hand is Mars My pr Manager is Karl Marx I am the face of Madonna Within me are rotten apples Everyone on your knees! Orchestra! The flourish! Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital!