They're counting your self worth In numbers and currencies What are you bringing to the table? Fork out your health, your time, and freedom ‘Til the money machine is fed stable You think you rule my world But I'm the bastard of all your sons I see all of your hidden teeth And through all your fucking smiles
How are we meant to progress And work for men, while holding their pockets For respect? How do you want me to pay? When money talks, but talk is so cheap You never win
Their grasp forever exceeds their reach And you're the prosthetic they need You're either so far under the thumb Or just a mean time contingency Wipe your mouth, come clean When you're selling these chains to me I speak your tongue; I trade your lies, I am the corporate devil in disguise
How are we meant to progress And work for men, while holding their pockets For respect? How do you want me to pay? When money talks, but talk is so cheap You never win
I'll get what's mine I'll get what's mine
Change the power, We don't belong to them, don't belong to them Be the reminder, Don't belong to them, don't belong to them They make you believe its copper bottomed Until you sign under the dotted line
Who am I to question the ways Of the hands that fed me Son of a family to never taste The ail of making ends meet But I seen the faces, the circumstances Of those who deserve much more And I fear for my own and what we become Oh god it feels so wrong It feels so wrong
Oh god it feels so wrong
It ain't a lie, if you lie too Ain't that the truth? Everybody just makes their own Aint that the policy man? Who's ahead can fucking break the contract...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
