Let all them hounds off of their leashes,
Gave all that money to the rich,
They're gonna hand you down now that short handed shovel and direct you directly to the ditch.
Now just hear them talkin tongues child,
Though you know not what they mean,
Ain't gonna make no kind of difference,
Just keep your eyes focused on the screen.
Yes I guess I see,
They ain't doin nothin here but leechin off of you and me, well
Yes I guess I know,
There ain't no place left on this earth that I can call my own, and
Yes I hope I see
The day we all wake up and stop them ships upon the sea, well
Hallelujah,
Let it all just burn,
Cause they ain't the type for listenin and they sure ain't never gonna learn.
You can watch them as they circle,
Like them vultures in the sky,
Waitin now just so patiently for every breathin soul to die.
Yes they feed off of your blood child,
As it flows out of your veins,
Ain't about what you have lost now,
Only what they have gained.
Yes I guess I see,
They ain't doin nothin here but livin' off of you and me, well
Yes I guess I know,
There ain't no place left on this earth that I can call my own, and
Yes I hope I see
The day we all wake up and stop them ships upon the sea, well
Hallelujah,
Let it all just burn,
Cause they ain't the type for listenin and they sure ain't never gonna learn.
You can feel them as they watch you,
A thousand eyes now filled with pain,
I'll just sit back and relax now,
As your heart disconnects from your brain.
Yes I guess I see,
They ain't doin nothin here but livin' off of you and me, well
Yes I guess I know,
There ain't no place left on this earth that you can call your own, and
Yes I hope I see
The day we all wake up and get up off our bended knees, well
Hallelujah,
Let it all just burn,
Cause they ain't the type for listenin and they sure ain't never gonna learn.
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