The Hand That Feeds Us
Bow down to the better than thous
All us treated like sheep and cows
Corralled and penned and strapped inside
While those on high just break our pride
Whether you're a son or daughter
Prepare yourself for the slaughter
We're all the same to those that bleeds us
It's time to bite the hand that feeds us
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