Texty: Herbert Grönemeyer. Luxus (Engl. Vö.). Luxus.

all the world is blissed out
adrift in beauty sleep
eager crowds are slurping down their oysters
the watchword is refinement
good taste gets all our votes
everything is spotless
frozen-faced good cheer

we dance charmed circles
knowing what will be, will be
gladly give our leaders
responsibility
shut up with your sermons
stop making such a fuss
we're trying to have a party
and you're not one of us

doubts float away in fountains of champagne
and cocaine helps to clear the head
our dreams have faded gradually to nothing
only the survivors become the chosen ones

we dance...

we wrap ourselves in cashmere and in silk
all desires at last fulfilled
ideals and hopes too boring to concern us
luxury, that's it, the common bound we share

loco on the mainline
with the sidings all shut down
crashing through the red lights to oblivion
anyone against us
better look out for his health
welcome to the club
where everyone's alone

we dance...