Lyrics:

One sixty four, eight sixty five
This is the cashbox sound
Setting accounts
On hard works results
Customers are really nice
Nobody mentioned
Such a lovely behavior
Just in this blackforest town
(But the boss will make it)
Nobody mentioned
Such a lovely behavior
Up with our joint-stock-company

Up with all high schools
The freedom of science
Gives much more experience
In selling the clouds
Useful braintrust
Come out of the fog
The foghorn is golden
And four millions worth

If I forgot it, I tell what we sell
This is a real hit:
Golden antennas for all roofs in the world
Made in Northern Ireland
Pay with your body
Or pay with your brain
Credit to the whole ABC
(We even take souls for money)
Pay with your body
Or pay with your brain
Credit to the whole ABC

Up with all high schools
The freedom of science
Gives much more experience
In selling the clouds
Useful braintrust
Come out of the fog
The foghorn is golden
And four millions worth

But if you don't pay
We choose a strange way
Sorry, you are too late
All houses and churches
Will come to the lap
Of our gracefull company
The cashbox will ring again
You've got to hire
A place to pray like a place to sleep
(That's what chiefs are doing)
The cashbox will ring again
You've got to hire
A place to sleep like a place to pray

Down with that freedom
This glorious monster
Will never give more
Than a total destruction
Sit down on the floor, man
Relax on small food
Fuck golden antennas
Poverty wins