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they don't care about your miserable daythey don't care if your arms been blown awayshot off knocked off in the dirtdecomposing in the earthno they don't care about youthey don't care if you are locked awaythey don't care if it was their mistakedrug war convict got it hardbeaten bloody by the guardno they don't care about youthey don't care about your minimum paythey don't care if you got somethin to sayyou've lost- your place is with the pooryou got no cards left for to scoreno they don't care about youthey don't care about the old blacksmiththey've got new machines to handle itAmerican craft has been swept cleanbusinessman's union free wet dreamno he don't care about youthey don't care about yer intellectthey call their own dumb thoughts their factyou can't believe them but if you reasonthey'll cuff yer wrists and call it treasonno they don't care about you From Letras Mania