Words only to a fun exercise, near the sea
Swansong which sent us rooks, hungry for
flying over the people, driving their behavior
in other to give the power to their master.
Spitting lies look for slaves, fidelity from poverty
Sadness without hope for squashing awful money
Bright nights which will create jobs, love of dollars
love born from slot machines, polices to take care
Not rules, not rights, smoking but reassuring, yes!
Not taxes, not science, hopes rolling on a roulette
american friend, urgent drinker wish we'd break us
money has our soul, our weak foundations of our life
Although we life this hard time, we devote oneself
dreaming end our problems, fix our little daily love
open doors of schools that segregated their hinges
drive luxury one day, in spite of knowin next hard days
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