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I need a political job In a blue collar town So I can pay my rent When the music is on I get my best blood drawn But I haven't made a dollar yet Haven't I paid my dues yet? Calling all my Generals My Daughters My Revolutionists We got strength in numbers And they're going to pay for it We burn the money in our homes Oh our books and bones Are breaking down so fast But they keep putting all our cash Into the next bloodbath Honey, tell you I am sick of it Haven't I paid my dues yet? Hey all my sisters [yeah] What you want [love] Letras de cancionesAnd all my brothers [yeah] What you got [love] You wanna fix it [yeah] Or fuck it up Come on and fix it Cause it's been fucked Calling all my Generals My Daughters My Revolutionists We got strength in numbers And they're going to pay for it Get your black boots on Beat your marching drum We're gonna make 'em run We're gonna get 'em on the run So get your warpaint on Let 'em know we're out for blood (Thanks to Deirdre for these lyrics) From Letras Mania