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Monday, December 8, 2014
A Fucked-up World
On the land with plenty
the rains keep falling down
The soil lost all absorption
summer leafs turned brown
Streets are overflowing
with heartache and pain
New carton-box villages
this world is insane
We're living in a fucked-up world
a fucked-up world
The suits are getting richer
the rest just gets sick
Their grass 's getting greener
their wallets thick
The little people poorer
eating poisonous food
just broken down spirits
in a frown-away mood
We're living in a fucked-up world
a fucked-up world
So many places on fire
weapons payed for by the man
making money by the dead
delivered guns to the evil clan
Deceases getting spread
by people in a white gown
they already know the cure
another financial touchdown
We're living in a fucked-up world
a fucked up world
The man 's making statements
You go back to sleep
We've got it all covered
making an even bigger dust-heap
Now you just listen
listen to your priest
go fuck and make children
'cause the ones we used are deceased
We're living in a fucked-up world
a fucked-up world
Believe in your religion
grasp on to that thought
There's a hard waking up
when the truth is caught
There's no more escaping
in words and in songs
No planet to hold on
knowing to whom it belongs
We're living in a fucked-up world
a fucked-up world
There's no turning back
to times of freedom and wealth
They're steeling your life
messing up your health
You've lost all your rights
sticking your head in the sand
How-come you were silent
when the world came to an end
We're living on a fucked-up world
a fucked-up world
We're living in a fucked-up world
a fucked-up world
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