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Pound for pound we carry out threats than anyone around
Mean what we say even we lie
The of the insolent class
No counterweight to our and our cash
Our needs must never be
Always raising the
Always low
We've got no conscience and we're gonna
They're putting up a strip where the factory used to be
We deal in violence while it is the
We're blow!
by brick we put up walls that are never sufficiently thick
To block off the
Still we face by alluding to a mythical time and place
Yearning for the of wine and picket fences
The is tuned in
A globalist
Our morals are paper thin and gonna explode
Don't look at me baby you know my hands are tied
I you left me here and I'm rotting on the vine
well enough to make a strong man fear the meek
Check your pocketbooks cause I you got off cheap