We're not parading
We're not shading
We aren't walking in your shoes
We have no time for parties
When we always live the blues
If you will fight
then you will bleed
that's the way it's been
You will hurt and you will die
to find the thing you need
Your cars will have broken windows
Your lovely house may burn
and all to defend the bankers
as they protect that which you earn
but you know it isn't real
and they will give up for gold
the bankers own your body
and the demons own your soul
- Some asshole
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