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Gotta make money, got kids to feed.
Got rent to make, got shit we need.

Gotta clock in; gotta do what I’m told;
Make money for the boss, turn his lead to gold.

Gotta be a cog in an evil machine.
Ain’t no money nowhere that’s clean.

Gotta sell my soul for a nickel and a dime.
A deal with the devil one day at a time.


The kids get food and a roof overhead–
But they wanted a daddy with a soul instead.

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Bite the hand that feeds;
Those hands don't feed for free.
Rip their filthy carrot from the stick.

They're feeding what we've grown;
They've stolen all we've sown.
And now we're done shoveling their shit.

Turn on all the lights;
Let’s illuminate the night.
And see who's really in control.

We'll see who's really rich,
Discover which is which,
When we return everything they stole.

They'll say, "Let's not fight."
Like they're not the parasite.
Like they're not the ones that started the attack.

But we're done being fooled,
Sick of being ruled.
Let the vampires know that we bite back.

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