| In the land of milk and honey
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| Its hard to understand
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| Them that hold the power
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| In the palm of their hand
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| And have no comprehension
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| Of what it means to be
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| Standing at the mercy
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| Of begging and defeat
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| So all you unworthy sinners
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| Without a pin to your name
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| Looking up at someone new
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| Writes the rules to the game
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| But we stand with no one among us
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| And watch without a tear
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| Whats becoming of our brothers
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| Every time, every time that we hear
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| Brother I’m hungry
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| I can’t afford to eat
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| Brother its cold outside
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| Living rough on the streets
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| In the land of milk and honey
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| We all riding high
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| We got our little fortune
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| We got our piece of the pie
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| While my brothers got a worry
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| Bout where his head is gonna lie
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| While this begs the question
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| How long before you and I say
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| Brother I’m hungry
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| I can’t afford to eat
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| Brother its cold outside
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| Living rough out here on the streets
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| Brother I’m hungry
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| I can’t afford to eat
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| Brother its cold outside
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| Living rough out here on the streets |