| To them we’re paper, numbers in a profit margin. |
| We fill their pockets &keep
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| their bank accounts enlargin'. |
| No one controls them, they’re on the inside of a structure built on bribes. |
| Elitest inner-circle holding decisive power over a nation more corrupt by the hour. |
| Money hungry business man, he’s got a big plan.
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| He’s making party donations because one hand washes the other, it’s safer to be on
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| the side of big brother and we all know it’s wrong so here’s another fuck you
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| song.
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| The wealthy ruling class, they keep us occupied. |
| They fill our heads with
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| promises,
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| but we know they’re lies. |
| To them it’s a game, and we will always lose 'cause
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| they
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| keep changing the rules. |