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Oh yeah, it's real frightening to think someone owns everything Oh Wee Oh We got your Savior in our pocket Try to make sure that no one could ever own a little piece of me Who owns what and what does one say they can truly own? I know it's an illusion, but try to tell the landlord of my home A tiny little box is all and you're that I know can handle try to raise a kid in there and use the room that's like an angle Trying to thin us out Some kind of genocide amongst the classes Hoping we'll all kill each other til a generation passes That's if we can find the time between the kids and work and sleep and working at some shitty job with no Letras de cancionesrespect, but lots of fucking overtime, and then to bed Stay up too late, you'll never get up in time for work So go to sleep and try to dream of killing your boss From Letras Mania