| I stacked my cards against salvation
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| Put my life in dirty hands
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| Burned my clothes and jumped the border
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| Into some broken promised land
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| This whole world’s a competition
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| And we’re all fighting to the end
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| With not a soul above suspicion
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| Of my position to defend
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| These are the spoils of evolution
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| This is the wisdom that prevailed
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| This is the history we’ve chosen
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| Tried and tested, broke and failed
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| But unrelenting of momentum
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| The mercenaries marching on
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| So what if it didn’t work in practice
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| We’ve got a theory holding strong
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| This little piggy went to market
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| Screamed the injustice cannot be
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| So give me death or give me freedom
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| But don’t you put no chains on me
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| Go tell the jailer to break these shackles
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| Tell the watchman turn your back
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| Stoke the fires on the money train
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| And watch her jump the tracks
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| Cut a swathe across the city
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| Carving out some great divide
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| Until the only aspiration will be
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| To reach the other side
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| And what you leave can slowly wither
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| And those you leave can go to hell
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| Those fools should all be dreaming bigger
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| Throwing their pennies to the well
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| Well I say a plague on all your houses
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| Sell a generation cheap
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| Just to put 9 figures in your pocket
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| And say 'what's mine is mine to keep'
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| Stash it away in some secret island
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| Far from the prying eyes and ears
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| And the bony fingers of the taxman
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| And all his Marxist scrutineers
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| Come on throw the money up the ladder
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| And tear the heart out of the town
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| Do everything you can to block up the pipe
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| So that nothing trickles down
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| And when the house is left in ruins
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| Swear to God it’s structurally sound
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| Oh yes we’re all in this together
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| But some are further from the ground |