frittering my life like a slave, frivolous the blood i’ve shed.
same old story everyday…now n then….time n again
working for this company. suckin my blood i’m on the streets.
wondering bout so many things…what the fuck is wrong with me.
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what i say is now what i think n now what i do is not my way.
starnge is the feeling ….that got my head turned
look at the money you’ve so far burnt
your towers stand high in the air….
wait a sec. dude its not your day
“we’re not satisfied” – lets earn more
“work force is a slave” – kill the whore
“grind the bastards” – what if they cry…..
ha..ha.. what a funny thing to say..
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