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I add it up I count it out Consider all the figures To realize that I've been cheated I've seen their clothes I've seen their cars I've stepped in park-side mansions Enough to know I've been mistreated But then I take the bus from Cullerton to 95th Street I take my daughter to their parks I take the medicine the state provides for healthy workmen Better on their stamps than in their cart Did I smell anger, anger Don't let it be my undertaker No, thank them, thank them, for keeping me alive They're welcome to their dollar They'll have their cake and we'll have ours as we drink on their dime I walk among the glass steel towers I borrow books and records I glean the excess entertainment And though I'm fine to pay for mine, not if it keeps my hands bound I'm all for work, just not containment I'll praise a god who gives a dirty hand a worthy living I'll praise a mother who feeds her child I'll thank my lucky stars the rich will waste what they're not giving Then gladly take what's rightly ours Letras de cancionesDid I smell anger, anger, Don't let it be my undertaker No, thank them, thank them, for keeping me alive They're welcome to their dollar They'll have their cake and we'll have ours as we drink on their dime Did I smell anger? Anger? From Letras Mania