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We've got money, power and hundred story towersgreedy politicians when they see us start to cowerthird world sweatshop workers making fifteen cents anhourwelcome to the trickle-down economic golden showerwhere we're doing as we damn well pleaseso we can live a fat life of ease, somehow something'smissingwe're doing as we damn well please so we can live a fatlife of easesomehow something's missing while we're pissing on youwe need more power in the street to knock you off yourfeetso you don't get any big ideas or we'll send in the Nationalguardpower in the land to help you understandwe just won't take no more send the army in to settle thescore.
We've got preachers to plead for every last dime they needwe sell you crack and speed and some band-aids whenyou bleedcampaign for law and order, fill you with fear and horrorthere's a guy with a sign that says he'll work for food onevery cornerwell we're buying everything in your town so we can run itright in to the ground, somehow something's missingbuying everything in your town so we can run it right intothe groundand sell you back your pain as entertainment but we needmore power ...
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