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'No one thinks in terms of human beings. Governments don't, why should we? They talk about the people and the proletariat, I talk about the suckers and the mugs'top dogs settled at Kirribilli housegive me a can of kerosene and it get liberally dousedmiserable louts, you made my home a target of terroristsand you created wealth and we see you're not sharing ityou'll be staring down the barrel of some pissed off youthsif you hypocrites on fire they wouldn't piss on youthey saw you and your cronies all wroughting the systemso they wrought the dole and ask what's the fucking differenceonly a couple of million, not counting the super moneythen if you want less than 50G you're out of the looplike the rich who got the better tax accountslike the ones who made a molehill out of Packer's mountsso for 6 years counting i haven't paid a centand if my HECS debt hit i couldn't pay the rentdon't forget that these cunts got a free educationare the same ones talking mutual obligationCHORUS:lay back and take the pay packettop dogs all play the same bracketlong lunches, cars and hotelsthe boss don't know so don't tellx2he rode the elevator to the seventh floorsweaty palms, collar tight, as he walked into the boardroomtrying to look convincing in his ill-fitting suitLetras de cancioneshe took the space before the panel for the job interview'now how could you contribute?' the questions camehe's only in it for the loot but he's still playing the gameand telling them what they wanted to hearabout how they advertised appointmentwas his dream careerthe office monkey,he got the job - grey petition, grey desk, grey suit, grey hair, great positiongreat hustleshe had the promos in the postafter hours photocopying the flyers for showslong distance phone calls, international faxesbut soon enough his actions caught his manager's eyewritten warning, last chance he was put on probation'fine' fire me said, but think about the piss you taking when youREPEAT CHORUS'frankly, I'm just about sick to death of it. There's no corruption story. I'm not going to step down, I'm not going to resign. There's nothing... there's nothing there. I'm not going to resign in any case.. over a good dead. There's no corruption there. it's simply an act of good faith.'look me in the eye and say you never saw it comingimaged by our good will huntingby any means nothingwe stand and talk while my minimum wage keeps cuttingyou wedge me in and except to watch you keep cuttingDolph Lundgren mixed with Mr. Ricky Gervaisyou can consider this a tribute to the shit that you paycasual rates, evict us ... shutting the drapeslower the conditions no one ever feel for the placeyou can have your caviar man I'll keep my crumbspay cheques and pay salaries and I'll manually add sumsso bang your hand drumreproduction off shoreBut john will stop falls through cracks in the shop flooryou all wanting me to be loyal to this chain,this bullshit name, pay me this short change?people have their revenge rangeyou know what I'm saying we speak the sameREPEAT CHORUS From Letras Mania