Well, I been selling my soul Working all day Overtime hours For bullshit pay
So I can sit out here And waste my life away Drag back home And drown my troubles away
It's a damn shame What the world's gotten to For people like me And people like you
Wish I could just wake up And it not be true But it is Oh, it is
Living in the new world With an old soul These rich men north of Richmond Lord, knows they all Just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think Wanna know what you do And they don't think you know But I know that you do
Cause your dollar ain't shit And it's taxed to no end Cause of rich men North of Richmond
I wish politicians Would look out for miners And not just minors on an island somewhere
Lord, we got folks in the street Ain't got nothing to eat And the obese milking welfare
But God if you're five foot three And you're three hundred pounds Taxes ought not to pay For your bags of fudge rounds
Young men are putting themselves Six feet in the ground Cause all this damn country does Is keep on kicking them down
Lord, it's a damn shame What the world's gotten to For people like me And people like you
Wish I could just wake up And it not be true But it is Oh, it is
Living in the new world With an old soul These rich men north of Richmond Lord, knows they all Just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think Wanna know what you do And they don't think you know But I know that you do
Cause your dollar ain't shit And it's taxed to no end Cause of rich men North of Richmond
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