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letra de g-daddy - dead hot workshop

remind me to sit you down someday
and sing you the song of the imaginary son
about some of me and my old friends
and the rockefeller years before the war

and how the rich got even richer than that
a set of bones ripped out of a poor man’s back
and the handed him a rifle and taught him to die
like a good american should

and they locked us away with some [?] key
and all the sh-t that they told us was true on tv
h-ll i grew up believing the slaves wеre set free
just to find therе ain’t no such thing

and i hope he’ll understand
how in my day greed became grease between hand and hand
and power became a disease
infected with natural corruption a man

and how the rich got even richer still
investing their money researching appeal
it’s a marketing deal

we inflicted new pain that they said they could k!ll
and while the thirsty got thirstier down by the drain
where they’d just as soon k!ll you if they thought it would rain
and they put them in prisons where they all go insane
they so happily will
flew out all dead and gone
the living will put up our names on walls
and the rockefeller years after the war
pretty soon they won’t need to miss us at all

but the rich will be all dead and gone
the bones will be scattered all over my lawn
and all of their trials and carrying on
will be gone when i cut the grass

and the thirsty got thirstier down by the drain
where they’d just as soon k!ll you if they thought it would rain
and they put them in prisons where they all go insane
just to find there ain’t no such thing

- dead hot workshop

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