Songtexte The Smart Set - Ute Lemper , Robert Ziegler

We are the smart set, a world apart set
We are the neatest ergo elitist
Our pretenses make great defenses
That's how we all keep from losing our senses
We cut our crusts off
We cut our lusts off
Kiss ladies' hands, brushing the dust off
Having been given a mind that's a sieve makes life so easy to live
At times you feel you're going mad and all you want is out
With everybody's eyes on you, you burn to squeak or shout
Something inside you itches to scream, "You sons of
Bitches!" You're frightened of what will come out of you
Excuse me, please
I have to sneeze
Ah-ah-ah-achoo!
Ah
We flock together, birds of a feather
We chat all day with nothing to say
The din that we make keeps us awake
We vain myopics take on the great topics
Death and diseases, disgust over cheeses
The nature of truth mixed with gin and vermouth
The world's a mess, still we must confess
That frankly we couldn't care less
At times you feel you're going mad and all you want is out
With everybody's eyes on you, you burn to squeak or shout
Something inside you itches to scream, "You sons of bitches!
" Discretion keeps you to a short, "Oh no, little fright
I'm quite all right." Oh
Don't worry
After the party comes the best part
We go off and complain with disgust and disdain
We've been there, done that, it all ran flat
It was antique, they thought it was chic
Next time we'll show them
Next time we'll throw them a true celebration of sophistication
The non plus ultra of class and of culture
And they'll all be bored to death
At times you feel you're going mad and all you want is out
With everybody's eyes on you, you burn to squeak or shout
Something inside you itches to scream, "You sons of
Bitches!" And nothing can prevent you saying it
Oh, shit
Oh, shit
Oh, shit