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Rise up from the sinking land Feel the weight of the government’s hand Rotas, quotas, laws and rules Suited men from the public schools Shout at us to down our tools But dont give a damn about washed up fools Hold your heads up to the sky Stand together to survive With strong hearts and minds Rich sprees are at and end The time has come to make and mend Invest in people carry that friend Money don’t count with a ballpoint pen Throw behind you rampant greed And remember those people in constant need Bankers, Balifs dash for cash The lawyers to have burned and crashed See the jaded farmer with the wasteland corn See the hammer knocking down his door Rich sprees are at and end The time has come to make and mend Throw behind you rampant greed And remember those people in constant need From Letras Mania