Death By Stereo

Death By Stereo - You're A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samp 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
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