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Without order there is no joyI stake anything as a means to employI know you can see it, don't make me repeat itWithout order there is no joyMany things in this world will come downIt's on you when your feet hit the groundWe can see who is laughing nowIt's not so funny when you talk about moneyChaos is spreading across your faceIt's making me ill, let's get out of this placeThe music they play, it says nothing to meIt's not worth repeating, it's just historyIt's amazing that this style was inventedIf it came around now, you'd do your best to prevent itDon't be so lazy and also repetiveIt's pathetic, this was never intended From Letras Mania