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I don’t want to be a bureaucrat. It was more fun being a securocrat When I cleaned the planet for Big Oil. But now these kids today, They don’t shoot unless they get paid And swagger loaded with faces boiled. Who let them in? Who was watching the door? Who let them in? Can’t stomach too much more! The climate’s dry. The work is wet! They give you pills to help you forget! Can feel like highway robbery. It helps if one keeps count And measures a certain amount of Humility and decency Who let them in? Who was watching the door? Who let them in? Don’t belong here anymore. One thing’s certain - white man’s burden Who let them in? Who was watching the door? Who let then in? Letras de cancionesI don’t love you anymore. Who let them in? Who was watching the door? Who let them in? Banana republic, septic isle, Suffer in the screaming sea, Sounds like dying, dying, dying Everywhere I go, oh yeah, Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests… From Letras Mania