Hulle noem hulself die elite
Dink hul kom van hulle eie breed.
Weg met wat goed is opreg en eer
Hulle skryf hulle eie wetboek maak hul eie leer
Net soos hainas in die nag
Hoor jy hulle skrille nikseggende gelag
Meer moet ek he, meer moet ek kry
Maak nie saak of die duiwel homself by my kom bly
So verkoop hul, hul siel
Op hul knee sal hulle nie gaan, voor God nie kniel
Te important om te luister, te important om te hoor
In die eie ek het hul hulself verloor
Nog groter huise, nog groter karre, net nog meer
Want aan jou verwaandheid en eidel is daar nie meer keer
Die lewe het reeds sy sin verloor
Terwyl jy self jou vriende vir hulle laaste sente boor
Translation:
They call themselves the elite,
thinking that they come from their own breed,
throwing away righteousness and trustworthiness
Writing their own law books own laws.
Just like hainas at night
All you hear is their empty laughter
More must I have, More must I get
does not matter if the devil himself comes to stay.
Selling their soul
Refusing to kneel before God
To important to listen, to hear
lost within the own I, me, myself
Bigger houses, bigger cars, just more and more
to your conceit and enviousness there is no stopping point
life has already lost its sense
Whilst you milk and drill your friend for their last cents.
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