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!