| All hail to rich man
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| Leaving bread crumbs to cold hands
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| Stack 'em up, and watch the cards fall
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| If it happens to one then it happens to all
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| There’s a slow beat in the Heartland
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| Going down in the quicksand
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| Stack 'em up, and watch the cards fall
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| If it happens to one then it happens to all
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| When will we turn around
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| And step off this shakey ground
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| The water’s gonna rise
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| And wash away what’s left of us
|
| When will we turn around
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| In the eye of a hurricane
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| Sharp side of a switchblade
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| No cover from the crossfire
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| And no light on the dark side
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| All hail to rich man
|
| Leaving bread crumbs to cold hands
|
| Stack 'em up, and watch the cards fall
|
| If it happens to one then it happens to all
|
| There’s a slow beat in the Heartland
|
| Going down in the quicksand
|
| Stack 'em up, and watch the cards fall
|
| If it happens to one then it happens to all
|
| If it happens to one then it happens to all
|
| If it happens to one then it happens to all
|
| When will we turn around
|
| When will we turn around
|
| The water’s gonna rise
|
| And wash away what’s left of us
|
| When will we turn around
|
| All hail to rich man
|
| Leaving bread crumbs to cold hands
|
| Stack 'em up, and watch the cards fall
|
| If it happens to one then it happens to all
|
| There’s a slow beat in the Heartland
|
| Going down in the quicksand
|
| Stack 'em up, and watch the cards fall
|
| If it happens to one then it happens to all |