| Knowing
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| He’s about to die
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| Wishing
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| He could see the sky
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| His German car is smashed up
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| His wretched life is almost up
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| The sick joy that he once felt
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| The weight of his money belt
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| Driving fast and recklessly
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| The way it was supposed to be
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| God is sometimes very swift to make things like that transpire
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| The rich and mighty don’t think that their luck might expire
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| Those who think the laws of nature don’t apply to them
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| The sound of breaking metal and bones will be their requiem
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| So up, slaves in all nations
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| The blood of the innocent calls
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| Greedy, evil corporations
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| Sweet Jesus will smite them all
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| Efforts
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| Turned into naught
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| There is little
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| Conscious thought
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| His tanned limbs
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| Are going numb
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| Speeding
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| Was very dumb
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| Raised to be condescending
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| Never himself, just pretending
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| Thought he was from a higher class
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| A parasite on the working mass
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| People sometimes get relieved when things like that transpire
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| Another bastard has died and gone to swim the lake of fire
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| Focus on the exchange list and you’ll end up dismayed
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| Should’ve spent life doing good, instead of the American way |