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| feels like our whole world has been hit by inflation
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| would be enough with half of everything we have today
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| If you look at the shit that's coming, it's not wise
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| but when it comes to our growth, the answer is "yes"
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| Feels like our whole world has been hit by inflation
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| as if you have everything but still do not feel well
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| while the truth sits unattainable in its white tower
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| we are next in line the question is who and what we have
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| They halve, devalue rule with an iron fist
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| and we are served, grouped and more by a world bank
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| where inflation of words, inflation of emotions
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| and inflation of murder follows an inflation of people
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| as if life had lost all its intrinsic value
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| we willingly sacrifice an entire continent of the third world
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| they say the third world war is not here yet
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| if you think differently sing with me, and Herbert
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| yeah
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| They talk recession, they talk inflation
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| They never talk about our situation
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| They mourn Fannie Mae, they mourn Freddie Mac
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| We mourn Isaac Hayes, we mourn Bernie Mac
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| “I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers. |
| You do not understand. "
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| Celebrate the closure of another bank
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| Tanning for bankruptcy and when the stock market collapses
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| I'm standing there spraying confetti out of your briefcase
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| Then I start to reflect
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| Over the fact that everything is well directed
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| You shock the people with crisis to get them into the era
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| shock therapy to build a pyramid
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| You talk deregulation you talk recession
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| You're fucking relaxed talking about depression
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| Ever since the crises of the 20s and 30s
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| you will always be saved by the taxpayers
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| Who, who is left to blame
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| when we have played out against each other
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| What, what is left to trade
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| when we have bought just about everything we can
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| Who, who is worth sacrificing
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| When we are going to cut back, it will not be at our expense
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| What, what, lightning, hail, thunder
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| Still, we just keep pretending it's raining
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| money, feel how it breaks
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| Then when you leave
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| earthly life it is written
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| that you have to leave, alone
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| oh you have to leave everything you earned on your brother and cousins
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| including
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| interest, when you settle accounts with the creator 'or creators
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| it's not about the money or the things
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| there is nothing we can miss or pay with
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| when we lie naked there in the graves
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