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Well capitalistic feast has been sucking the heat
You're passing up your engine for ability
I've been in for a compromise but I guess its more of the same
Well separate all that you won't forget
If they were looking right at you, you'd forget the face
verse
I'm sick of being accosted by the ghost in the street
Your magazine looking backward thinking junkies are just fodder for the global elite
Did you think you had a choice
When you're eating and sleeping in all the noise
Well the moneymakers keep the politicians afloat
And we're biting everything that we're told
Well then a smile and a couple of jokes
Would be enough to convince the good folks