Lyrics of tank and sports car by Zhang Zhenyue

Flowers in women's hands, guns on men's shoulders

The girl has a thin face and the boy has a panic face

The tank passed the busy street

Foreign soldiers bring food and water

People who have no future are tired of it

I don't want to cry anymore

Women's face shaping and men's payment by credit card

Girls don't want to go to school, boys just want to play games

The sports car ran over the street that had been abandoned

Politicians and businessmen bring economic take-off

The fat man who is full of wine and food is tired of losing weight

Two different worlds are on the other side

It's not always balanced and it's always crooked

Justice is like a lie, truth is changeable

What we believe lies in the rubble

The boom of guns, the drums on the dance floor

Some stay out of the business, others have no home

Mother earth is tired and has a high fever

You and I tear their faces for profit

Two different worlds are on the other side

It's not always balanced and it's always crooked

Justice is like a lie, truth is changeable

What we believe lies in the rubble

The boom of guns, the drums on the dance floor

Some stay out of the business, others have no home

Mother earth is tired and has a high fever

You and I tear their faces for profit