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You cling onto life like it's all that there is
On this tip of a knife. No family or friends
Is this all that you wanted? Is this all that you planned?
Traded youth for a company, traded soil for sand

Down
Bow down

Take a handful of memories and this Miami sand
You worked for your paradise but you still need the land
Trade the truth another day, trade this oil for cash
Is that blood on your bank account from the market you crashed?

The market you crashed
Yeah the market you crashed
Is that blood on your bank account
From the market you crashed?

Freedom and justice
The American way
Capitalism, we've all got to pay

Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
But by the corporate backers and bankers they grin
Stacking their bonuses higher as our ship starts to sink
They sacrifice the children, to save their own skin

No more! No more!
I know the bell tolls for everyone
And God will judge your deeds, the good left undone
And I contently say that you won't just get away
Only the law protects you, not justice per say

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from Short Songs For Short Tempers, released May 8, 2015

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