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?