Death By Stereo
Death By Stereo - You're A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samples songtekst
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This is a place that has no soul No will to live no where to go This is a time of much despair In a world where gold rules all The fools are quickly first to fall They think a god will save them all No! They cannot see the prisoons that surround them No! The problems multiplying and compounding No! I will not let chains of excess pull me No! Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me The time to find, we gotta find The time to find, the state of mind This is a place that has no soul No will to live no where to go This is a time of much despair I will not get down on my knees It's the American disease It's just the way they hold us down No! They cannot see the prisoons that surround them No! The problems multiplying and compounding No! I will not let chains of excess pull me No! Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me The time to find, we gotta find The time to find, the state of mind It's inside of me And all the lies that you sold us, will nver hold us Now we're just fed up And all the fences built around us, will never hold up Now we're just fed up When we met you we where hungry, Yeah we where starving, now we're just fed up We where hungry NOW WE'RE JUST FED UP