| You trust in money, you trust in gold
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| You pray for riches from heaven above
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| You build a mansion from a pile of sand
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| You trust in power
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| But you bite the hand that feeds you
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| The hand that feeds you
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| You bow to leaders with a mindless voice
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| You honor rumor with a vicious quote
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| You vow allegiance to a fool’s command
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| You trust in Country
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| But you bite that hand that feeds you
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| The hand that feeds you
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| You trust religion and an honest face
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| Television and outerspace
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| You trust in words that you don’t understand
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| You trust in glory
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| But you bite the hand that feeds you
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| The hand that feeds you
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| The burden of freedom in a broken world
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| The hand that feeds you
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| You’re obsessed with pleasure, obsessed with fame
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| Outer beauty and royal names
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| You trust in image and a promised land
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| You’re a slave to comfort
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| But you bite the hand that feeds you
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| You trust in money, you trust in gold
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| You trust in soldiers, and the ways of war
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| You’re a slave to victory and violent stands
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| You cry for freedom
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| But you bite the hand that feeds you
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| The hand that feeds you
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| To bear the burden of freedom in a broken world
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| The hand that feeds you |