Always the same, always the same The machines move on and the men are going wrong Always the same, always the same The machines move on and the men are going wrong Watch the city's burning, you got reason now To cry for the future one more time Watch the seasons dying , without reason why Listen to your fate one more time Always the same, always the same The machines move on and the men are going wrong Always the same, always the same The machines move on and the men are going wrong We carry a backpack, full of stones We're walking on a road is full of bones Life is like a tightrope We've played a funny game If you believe we're love-art keeper You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong If you believe we're trouble maker You're right, you're right, so right Always the same, always the same The machines move on and the men are going wrong Always the same, always the same The machines move on and the men are going wrong The machines move on and the men are going wrong The machines move on and the men are going wrong