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Yuppies

from The Black Hand by Bad Ice

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Reaching in my pockets
With dollars in your eyes
You call it taxes
We call it murder
Ripping every penny out
To pay for corporate lies
Call it democracy
We cry hypocrisy

Scrape the sky until it's raw
Poor and hopeless under paw
Pick my pockets? Fuck yourself
Call this America, we call it Hell

Take away my roof
So you can buy another home
Creating the fall
You fucking asshole
Judging and dismissing
On your orders sent from Rome
In pain I hope you moan
Rot out and die alone

Cameras on corridors
Eyes on us
Hand on the Bible
Segregating, suffocating
So tell me who you think I'd trust
'cause it ain't no fucking yuppie
Who takes orders from a cross

So who do I trust
When it's the top against the rest of us

So who should I trust
When it's the top against the rest of us

I know the way of this game
Remember what I say
I am the end, and I erase
Unmake your name



Motherfucker

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from The Black Hand, released February 17, 2014

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