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Another day, a power trip, pick up your check, throw a fit. How much more will you take? You've got your mansion, suit cut to fit. What will you do when we burn it to the ground? I'm tired of working for no pay I break my back every day, wish this world had more respect, less naïve brains to infect. I will not sit idly by while priests and politicians destroy all the things that I create, hear my songs they're full of hate. Another year a bigger check, just like this state your life's a wreck. No remorse for your crimes when you should be serving time. And all my money you enjoy pays the whores that you employ to do the things that your wife won't do. From Letras Mania