FallStar
FallStar - Salt On Poverty's Wounds songtekst
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I cannot win, every dollar that leaves me feeds you I cannot win, every dollar that leaves me feeds you...more Wealth reached in your chest and gripped your heart He whispers in your ear and thrust you into power He tells you lie, lie, lie or I will leave He tells you take, take, take or I will leave And when he's taught you all that he knows, he will move on A person only concerning profit With more power than the state Above the law Money talks They put salt on poverty's wounds Their mouths are barrels and their words wreak of a tomb I cannot win, every dollar that leaves me feeds you I cannot win, every dollar that leaves me feeds you...more Humble yourselves, humble yourselves, Humble yourselves or your nation will collapse Your idols will collapse Greed reached in your chest and gripped your heart He whispered in your ear and thrust you into power He tells you lie, lie, lie or I will leave He tells you take, take, take or I will leave And when he's taught you all that he knows...he will move On, move on He will move on Oh! You were placed here to protect her but you whored her out (you whored her out) You whored her out and you sucked her dry She's left ugly and naked in the gutters with your sons left to wonder at what you've done.