| Making promises, you can’t keep
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| Hungry wolves, dressed like sheep
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| They shake our hands, slap our backs
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| I don’t know why, they do us like that
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| Now what i’m saying, is things ain’t right
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| These conditions, ain’t no good for life
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| Who’s decision is it anyway, yours or mine
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| Pushing poison, to our children
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| Still promoting, class division
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| We are starving, but you grow fat
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| I don’t know why, they do us like that
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| Now what i’m saying, is things ain’t right
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| These conditions, ain’t no good for life
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| Who’s decision is it anyway, yours or mine
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| One day, we’re gonna open up
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| And do what we got to do, yeah
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| But the revolution will not be televised
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| And we put the script on you
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| This free country, is not so free
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| Ain’t no hope, for you and me
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| From the power hungry, money fiends
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| Putting the world, behind the scene
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| Now what I’m saying, is things ain’t right
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| These conditions, ain’t no good for life
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| Who’s decision is it anyway, yours or mine |