Goodbye
To the days of ladies and gentlemen
What do we know?
What do we know?
New order
It won't stop
You've got trauma
Of getting left out again
So goodbye
To the little princes of nowhere
What do we care?
What do we care?
We've all gone dada
And you've been played
When we're smiling at the chaos
As we watch them start to fade
Look how easy now
They turn to rust
A rich dude is just
A poor dude with money
And I've becomе
An expression of a dream
If you don't know what I mеan
We're probably done talking
So I pick a road into the unknown
Singing, "La, da, da, no"
New order
Shit won't stop
We'll never
Sing about tits and ass again
So goodbye
To the days of ladies and gentlemen
What do we know?
Oh, what do we know?
