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As we celebrate Christmas,
Although the snow might fall,
The world burns around us.

Be near me, Lord Politico, I prefer to keep my enemies close,
What's the matter?
Don't like a bit of death with your stocking?
What about the millions of kids out there in mangers you are starving?

From the manger to the grave,
They never had a fucking chance, and you don't care, do you?
From the manger to the grave,
And the rich do their Christmas dance on the corpses of the destitute.

From the manger to the grave,
For all the Lord CEO's and Politicos out there,
From the manger to the grave,
Let's make the latter come a bit sooner.

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