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Slaves Of Our Abundance
03:05
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Our wealth is build on corpses
that is now surprise,
but the actual wonder is that we won't realise
We are destroying lifes
to improve our own,
people are still starving, while we reap what they have sown
They are the slaves, the slaves of our abundance
We're all are human beeings
born equal and free,
but this system defines our importance - is able to decree
Who must work itself to death
securing our prosperity,
while our kids enjoying childhood, others working in the factory
They are the slaves, the slaves of our abundance
No need to change conditions
keep turning a blind eye,
nothing to concerned about,as long as we made our pile
The west makes a killing
settles back and stare ,
while we are getting richer, they fall into despair
We are killing the slaves , the slaves of our abundance
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2. |
Smash CCTV
01:41
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Trainstation
downtown
motorway
Every bus
every train
every fucking street
I'm on tv, I'm on tv
Every bus
every train
every fucking street
Don't watch me
don't control me
drop dead you fucking scum
I'm on tv, I'm on tv
Smash CCTV, smash CCTV
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I Hate Cops
01:55
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As the camera jams – they appear with clubs waving
smashing your face in – while you're just their fuckin' plaything
I hate cops
racist fucks
I hate cops
I hate cops
With a batterd face – you've been charged and they had their fun
there will always be - one more officer to witness what you've done
I hate cops
sadistic creeps
I hate cops
I hate cops yeah
They bend justice - through their eyes
clear cut issues - turn to lies
A whole profession is bound to - esprite de corps with swollen pride
No one's there to judge you - when the judge is on your side
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