The approved has reached it's retirement age Over are the days of the old A fresh esprit takes over the ears Not leaving any space for backwardness And with all the rotten apples The whole great crop will be disposed All that thus becomes forlorn We'll be repayed by the Capital New But then you look askance at the scene As wonted processes no longer suffice I wouldn't bet a dime on all That used to be dependable before Now don't believe your works still sell Don't believe you are needed here With The Mighty New taking over There's not many here with a reason to cheer But despite the grand earthquake of change Some ancient heritage maintains Still grinded are the faces of the poor And the pauper keep on dying And the rulers keep on lying And the coscientious keep on trying Pretending unpertubed That ignorance will be punished toughly Without mercy in the end And unbridged liberty without common sense Will lead the world Into perdition