| You tell us you’re different, say that you’ve changed
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| No! |
| same old deceivers, the same old chains
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| Rabid wolves in sheep’s clothing
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| Telling nothing but lies
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| Shit-eating grins, pitch black eyes
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| There is nothing that’s «new»
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| About what you do
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| It’s ancient, archaic — barbaric and cruel
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| Robbing the poor and harassing the sick
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| Taking what little they have
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| Treacherous vultures, feast on the carcass
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| Of all that we used to be
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| Everything’s going down — falling apart
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| Everything’s going down — back to the start
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| There is nothing that’s «new»
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| About what you do
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| It’s ancient, archaic — barbaric and cruel
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| Robbing the poor and harassing the sick
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| Taking what little they have
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| Treacherous vultures, feast on the carcass
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| Of all that we used to be
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| Raping! |
| Selling our soul
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| The bastards are forcing us down
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| So… tell me, how do you sleep?
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| How does it feel?
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| To kick a man when he’s down, to prey on the weak… |