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They calculate how much it takes to starve a rat
And send it out to me
Sleeping in the trash
Begrudging everything
Theyre keen to deal with me
So yesterday I
This land informs me
These are better days
You stop your money
Theres no more money
Weve already paid
Were making money
I said youre joking
The rich are out to get to me
They want to see me hung drawn and quartered
You bastards gave me
And I will pinch you dry
Its not much to do
Its all I can do
But one day soon
The poor will deal with you
Make your will out mate
They know your names and they know your faces
Make your will out mate
They know your names and they know your faces
They will deal with you
Theyll really deal with you