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| | | | | | | Lyrics : | Don’t try to count your chickens when you live on poultry farms, don’t put trust in strangers. Generous folk that mean you no harm. This one’s for the little guy, the kid who lost his lunch money. The worker made redundant, in the crisis that split up his family.
You don’t care just who you burn (You’re tearing everybody down) You won’t listen to them scream! (You rip their life out at the seams) You’re hurting people to get money (For your success, it’s their distress) You rip them off. You kill their dreams.
You say it’s just your lifestyle, to "live with no regrets" That’s such a worthless catch-phrase, because everybody: Knows You’re Next!!! Finder’s keepers, loser’s weepers? You’re using stolen credit cards. You fuck their life beyond repair, Can’t pay the rent, They’re behind bars.
You don’t care just who you rape (You’re tearing everybody down) Their finances go down the drain! (You rip their life out at the seams) You’re hurting people to get money (For your success, it’s their distress) You rip them off. You kill their dreams.
You rip them off. You kill their dreams.
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