Written by W. Delanoy; Composed by W. Delanoy & A. Oberle; Arranged by A. Oberle; H. Delanoy: Vocals; W. Delanoy: Lead Vocals; A. Oberle: All Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Drum Programming
The party´s still going on
Why are we staying so long
Empty phrases galore
Can´t face these people no more.
The only thing that they talk about is
Their shopping sprees, and their doctor´s fees
The food they eat and the ways they cheat
They´re living it up in the lap of luxury.
Two blocks away
There are some refugees
Exiled and displaced
Memories they can´t efface.
Although they are treated with contempt
They´re dazzled by the rich man´s world no end
The wealth they see makes them believe
They´ll be living it up in the lap of luxury.
Driving back home, the stereo on surround
My mobile ringing, voices drowned in the sound,
Our gate it opens by remote control
Cashing our dreams it seems we´re losing it all.
Two blocks in distance, two worlds apart
The rich they are bored by what they have got.
Being glad they can live in peace
The poor they feast on golden dreams
The wealth they see makes them believe
They´ll be living it up in the lap of luxury.
Driving back home ...