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Tradition is calling it business. |
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Feeling only real when employed, |
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Dense from sucking on wallets. |
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It's their pockets you're arresting. |
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Money is made the maximum |
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...quality, only minimum. |
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An open chest shows a heart |
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With a branded dollar $ign. |
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Shut off, shut off. |
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Wastes my breath opposing, |
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For authority is all |
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That makes this right. |
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But you're weak in my eyes, |
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And this is no price we'll fucking pay. |
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Your compromise has again |
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Capsized in time. |
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Shutting off income of yours. |
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There are no masks for your greed. |
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There is no heart in your conned |
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Cash flow, to which we take no part. |
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We won't take part. |
