Besedila: Alphaville. Lies.

(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens)

Baby
What do I do
Playing my tune for you
Just to get you in the mood
Everybody's going to Hollywood
You're driving me mad
But I'm smiling to the crowd instead
A lot of money is at stake,
This is a hit and that's a fake
This is what you mean to me
This is what they all should see
Make a make up in a foolish style
Telling the truth by making a big lie
When I come, I come but nothing's at ease
Breaking up the whole is a modern disease
Maybe you think tomorrow's just a joke
It's a joke after joke after joke after joke
My love
Everything's an interview
And nothing's really new
And everybody's looking for clues
And you know what to do with a clue
My love
Get ready for the show
They're waiting and they will never go
This night is just a go
And it's only for show
Dig that deal and be a millionaire
Drinking cocktails in the stratosphere
Getting jetlagged with my business friends
In these supersonic wonderlands
There's a flicker on the graphic display,
First he's smiling then he's fading away
Maybe he thinks tomorrow's just a joke
It's a joke after joke after joke after joke