| Rise up from the sinking land
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| Feel the weight of the government’s hand
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| Rotas, quotas, laws and rules
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| Suited men from the public schools
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| Shout at us to down our tools
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| But dont give a damn about washed up fools
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| Hold your heads up to the sky
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| Stand together to survive
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| With strong hearts and minds
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| Rich sprees are at and end
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| The time has come to make and mend
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| Invest in people carry that friend
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| Money don’t count with a ballpoint pen
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| Throw behind you rampant greed
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| And remember those people in constant need
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| Hold your heads up to the sky
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| Stand together to survive
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| With strong hearts and minds
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| Bankers, Balifs dash for cash
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| The lawyers too have burned and crashed
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| See the jaded farmer with the wasteland corn
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| See the hammer knocking down his door
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| Vultures quotas of whips and chains
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| Tie us down to cover their shame
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| Throw behind you rampant greed
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| Remember there’s people in constant need
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| Hold your heads up to the sky
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| Stand together to survive
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| Hold your heads up to the sky
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| Stand together to survive
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| With strong hearts and minds |