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A trillion in the bank, a rocket in the sky,
Buys the moon, the stars, the rights to say goodbye.
Venice for a weekend, just to prove he can,
While the workers down below still live hand to hand.

Oh, the ink is never dry,
When the Post writes what he likes—
Truth’s a price he’ll never pay,
Just another toy to break.

The Billion Dollar Man!
Taps the screen, the world obeys,
From the warehouse to the White House,
Everything’s for sale these days.
The Billion Dollar Man!
Snaps his whim, the laws will bend,
Democracy’s just a glitch—
He’ll debug it in the end.

The warehouse never sleeps, the robots never tire,
While the humans hit the floor, just to meet his sweet desire.
„Your package arrives tomorrow!“—but the cost is out of sight,
A kingdom built on cardboard, and the tears you cry at night.

Oh, the ink is never dry,
When the Post writes what he likes—
Free speech? That’s just a bug,
In the code he rewrites.

The Billion Dollar Man!
Taps the screen, the world obeys,
From the warehouse to the White House,
Everything’s for sale these days.
The Billion Dollar Man!
Snaps his whim, the laws will bend,
Democracy’s just a glitch—
He’ll debug it in the end.

A spaceship for the weekend, just to prove he’s bold,
While the Earth below is burning, and the future’s bought and sold.
„The sky’s not the limit!“—no, he’s aiming for the throne,
But even in the stars, my friend,
You’ll still get next-day drone.

"You see, Mr. Bond…
Power isn’t money—
Power is making sure…
The only way to look up… is through my delivery slot."

So bow down to the cloud, to the man behind the screen,
Where the deals are made in silence, and the world’s a shopping spree.
And if you dare to whisper… „Is there nothing he won’t sell?“
Just wait—he’s buying heaven…
And he’s renting out the hell.

Lyrics by Sandrine Rauber & Thorsten Reimnitz
Music by The Last Laugh Syndicate

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