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(john fiddler) |
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Oh authority stinks or so you think, then you walk along |
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You just won't budge, you don't wanna judge what's right from wrong |
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And many a man has lost his way when he's found his dough |
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They don't think about rules but they make themselves fools when they live on |
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Snow |
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Eat the rich, eat the rich |
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Eat the rich, eat the rich |
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Now some are bound for glory, and some are bound to lose |
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Some are bound in leather, and some are bound to blow their fuse |
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Now all you young people, don't you forget where it's leadin' to |
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Don't you fix with a steeple, you get no respect outta sniffin' glue |
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There ain't no place that you can run to |
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If the battle-field is just a mirror image of you |
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Eat the rich, eat the rich |
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Eat the rich, eat the rich |
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Some folk stands with their backs to the wall |
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They look the same as the wall, that's all |
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They say the bricks are tryin' to look like them |
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And to tell 'em apart you look again and again |
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And again and again and again and again and again |
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Eat the rich, eat the rich |
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Just take a big bite |
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They're filthy... i said filthy! |
