Nothing comes to nothing When there's nothing there to give The powers want to strip you clean A charge for every breath
A price on skin that we walk in
They call this civil liberty
So-called champions for the poor Tax us against the wall Find it now or forefeit The cance to "be" in peace
A price on skin that we walk in A price on skin that we walk in
Grab thin air in one hand A pound of fesh from the other Crushing burden on the shoulders
An end to poverty? Only if you pay up first Meet the fee and keep your soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
