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    Lyapis Trubetskoy - Capital


    par Reghy

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    Lyrics (roughly):
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    I eat gold bricks for lunch,
    and for dessert diamonds with cream of crude.

    My name is Beelzebub, the master of the stratosphere,
    I am unbelievably cool and commonly respected.

    In my left hand a Snickers, in my right hand a Mars.
    My PR manager is Karl Marx.

    Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital!

    My face is Madonna, all filled with rotten pears.
    All kneel! The orchestra play a flourish!

    Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital!

    I eat cities and drink the seas.
    My beard obscures the sky:
    thunder and lightning, fog and rain.
    Ministers and chiefs, they lick my boots.