| Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
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| Who owns the chians that bind your wrists?
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| Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
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| Who built the machine that washed your brain?
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| Like parents did before them
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| Your parents did the same
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| They said do your best, you must pass the test
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| You must learn to play the game
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| They scrimped and saved and suffered
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| To send you off to school
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| But if they’d had the cash they could’ve bought the class
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| And a different set of rules
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| Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
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| Who owns the chians that bind your wrists?
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| Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
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| Who built the machine that washed your brain?
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| They taught a simple system
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| Why they had and you had not
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| They said know your place, you can’t win the race
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| Life’s an auction you’re the lot
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| If you’d ever thought to question
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| They would never answer why
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| When they buy your sweat, your are in their debt
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| And they own you till you die
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| Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
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| Who owns the chians that bind your wrists?
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| Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
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| Who built the machine that washed your brain?
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| You took hook line and sinker
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| Everything they fed
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| Worked day and night, for most your life
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| To earn their daily bread
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| Now you’re old and weary,
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| And you lay you down to sleep
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| With body worn and spirit torn
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| What’s left is yours to keep
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| Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
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| Who owns the chians that bind your wrists?
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| Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
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| Who built the machine that washed your brain? |