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'' It's Because We Bow At Their Feet ''
It's my life's ambition,
To make it my mission,
To expose the worlds biggest liars,
The religious, royalty and the politician,
The ones who think they're high flyers.
The religious who con,
Will the truth never dawn?
Ask yourself why they are rich,
While you starve their evil they spawn,
It's for your cash they make their pitch.
The famous with wealth,
Created by stealth,
We refuse to see through their cracks,
How do they obtain their financial health?
Mainly by fiddling their tax.
I will be abrupt,
Politicians are corrupt,
To fiddle they will leap over fences,
Their paymasters, us, cannot interrupt,
They've a bottomless pit called expenses.
Common they're not,
But when things get hot,
They will stick together like glue,
They thrive on taking everything we've got,
Wrongdoing there's none of them rue.
In essence they're the same,
They're playing a game,
Whereby we give them our adoration,
So in effect we're as much to blame,
We seem to be in a state of sedation.
Ask yourself why,
Justice doesn't apply,
To this chosen few called the elite,
The answer should in essence make you cry,
' It's Because We Bow At Their Feet '
To make it my mission,
To expose the worlds biggest liars,
The religious, royalty and the politician,
The ones who think they're high flyers.
The religious who con,
Will the truth never dawn?
Ask yourself why they are rich,
While you starve their evil they spawn,
It's for your cash they make their pitch.
The famous with wealth,
Created by stealth,
We refuse to see through their cracks,
How do they obtain their financial health?
Mainly by fiddling their tax.
I will be abrupt,
Politicians are corrupt,
To fiddle they will leap over fences,
Their paymasters, us, cannot interrupt,
They've a bottomless pit called expenses.
Common they're not,
But when things get hot,
They will stick together like glue,
They thrive on taking everything we've got,
Wrongdoing there's none of them rue.
In essence they're the same,
They're playing a game,
Whereby we give them our adoration,
So in effect we're as much to blame,
We seem to be in a state of sedation.
Ask yourself why,
Justice doesn't apply,
To this chosen few called the elite,
The answer should in essence make you cry,
' It's Because We Bow At Their Feet '
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`` It`s Because We Bow At Their Feet ``
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