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Unto those who have enough you give more free of charge, |
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What becomes of those with nothing? |
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You stand back and let them starve. |
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Well is your conscience clear safe in your |
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Land of Plenty? |
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We wait outside your walls - our pockets and our bellies empty. "Panis angelicus - fit panis hominum, Dat panis Caelicus - figuris terminum. O res mirabilis - man ducat dominum, Dat panis caelicus - figuris terminum." |
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A systemized autocracy of authorized burocracy |
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Seems to have our people by the throats, |
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It's time to make your choices - |
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Stand up and use your voices, |
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While you've still legal rights and votes. |
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Let the wishes of the few outweigh the needs of many - |
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In this land where money talks we have little chance if any. |
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Bring the nation back to basics - |
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Lionize Dickensian dreams, |
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Hide a heart that's grey and cold behind an image squeaky-clean. |
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We're fighting to be free - driven by necessity, |
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She is the mother of invention. |
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God bless the working men - |
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Slaves three score years and ten, |
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Who never beg for divine intervention. "Panis angelicus - fit panis hominum, Dat panis Caelicus - figuris terminum. O res mirabilis - man ducat dominum, Dat panis caelicus - figuris terminum." |
