ray@ism780 (03/05/86)
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There sit the bigshots on top of the world
Those who believe all is at their tender feet
You do as we say, or you don`t belong to us
You say as we do and your needs will be provided
Rushing your life, so you believe it`s to short
Running the show you feel to be your own
Answer my prayer, you cry to an illusion above
And meanwhile we drain your spirit from below
No one will leave here without feeling pain
No one but us who inflict it for our gain
Today broken free from money stenched hands
Tomorrow I will burn their bloody feet.