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Another song. I really like the lyrics on this one...
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Lyrics
You can't wash the blood so easily
the stain of tears is there to stay
to remind you of the scars you've caused
and the role your ignorance can play
buy all the things they sell you
leave the world out in the cold
shit in the bed you sleep in
and you'll never live to be old
bleeding is believing
if you haven't how would you know
to live every day in poverty
is a curse that can't be told
buy all the things they sell
leave the world out in the cold
shit in the bed you sleep in
and you'll never live to be old
cut down to bone the chains dig
an economy binds us all
to get ahead in this sick game
its one for one and none for all
buy all the things they sell you
leave the world out in the cold
shit in the bed you sleep in
and you'll never live to be old
we let our children learn this so called truth
to get ahead you must sell your soul
to a capitalistic system
where you're promised unattainable goals
buy all the things they sell you
leave the world out in the cold
shit in the bed you sleep in
and you'll never live to be old
the stain of tears is there to stay
to remind you of the scars you've caused
and the role your ignorance can play
buy all the things they sell you
leave the world out in the cold
shit in the bed you sleep in
and you'll never live to be old
bleeding is believing
if you haven't how would you know
to live every day in poverty
is a curse that can't be told
buy all the things they sell
leave the world out in the cold
shit in the bed you sleep in
and you'll never live to be old
cut down to bone the chains dig
an economy binds us all
to get ahead in this sick game
its one for one and none for all
buy all the things they sell you
leave the world out in the cold
shit in the bed you sleep in
and you'll never live to be old
we let our children learn this so called truth
to get ahead you must sell your soul
to a capitalistic system
where you're promised unattainable goals
buy all the things they sell you
leave the world out in the cold
shit in the bed you sleep in
and you'll never live to be old
mandolinquent
... you've got incredible sense of sound. Like all tracks
you've done a lot. Plinky plonky piano v nice.