| Conditions made to tame
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| Just cattle we became
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| And we are going on and on
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| Don’t stop until the business is done
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| And life is running low
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| Inner wheel is turning slow
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| Feeling unrest in the mind
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| No doubts, any motive we will find?
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| Duties made to let us bleed
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| Without clamour we proceed
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| No misgiving we rely
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| Never ask the reason why
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| Bite the apple, getting wise
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| Contradiction to realize
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| Is there something in the sky?
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| Don’t know, but for me God is a lie
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| This world of disgrace
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| You’re caught in the race
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| The face in the dust
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| But still in God you trust
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| In God you trust
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| They’re still on top and get it all
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| The craving bunch is standing tall
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| In all conscience they do act
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| Hands up, all the others will be sacked
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| Holy thoughts causes holy deeds?
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| Never hit that hand that feeds?
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| Deep inside a growing greed
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| They still harvest without seed
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| Old fashioned ways hard as concrete
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| No suspicion, they proceed
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| In their power they rely
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| No one asks the reasons why
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| Searching knowledge, getting wise
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| Opposition to realize
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| Is there someone in the sky?
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| Who knows? |
| But for me God is a lie |