To them we`re paper, numbers in a profit margin
we fill their pockets & keep their bank accounts enlargin`
no one controls them, they`re on the inside
of a structure built on bribes
elitest inner-circle holding decisive power
over a nation more corrupt by the hour
money hungry business man, he`s got a big plan
he`s making party donations
because one hand washes the other
it`s safer to be on the side of big brother
and we all know it`s wrong
so here`s another fuck you song
the wealthy ruling class, they keep us occupied
they fill our heads with promises, but we know they`re lies
to them it`s a game, and we will always lose
`cause they keep changing the rules.
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