Crash Crack testo

just wanna play with old-fashioned toys
just wanna fight against ten soldiers
lying in a bed with ten thousand girls
playing fortune with their holy minds
truth is always hidden somewhere
under million tons of gold
i don't believe in their promises
but i am really confused about that fools
look if you find a piece of my life
which doesn't fit into expactation
Swiss-Air breathing gentlemen
who all pretend to be social heroes!
crash, crack, where's your head/nose/hand