| They say it’s okay
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| that you grind on a perfect day
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| The sun locked away
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| Tone in tone it’s a perfect grey
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| You run the «little man’s marathon»
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| Nowhere to fall back upon
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| Slave to their machinery
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| Stepped on like a leprechaun
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| Welcome to club explotation
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| City to city, nation to nation
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| All day, everythings the same
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| They have fun in the sun while we stand in the rain
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| Welcome to club explotation
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| City to city, nation to nation
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| We’re just pawns to a big man’s game
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| We can loose everthing and got nothing to gain
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| This game is a shame
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| Yeah, you pay for their fancy plans
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| They take all they can while they smile
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| and shake your empty hands
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| They tell you what you wanna be
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| You follow their polocy
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| and you stay dispensible
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| Slave to their economies!
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| Welcome to club explotation
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| City to city, nation to nation
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| All day, everythings the same
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| They have fun in the sun while we stand in the rain
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| Welcome to club explotation
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| City to city, nation to nation
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| We’re just pawns to a big man’s game
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| We can loose everthing and got nothing to gain
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| C.L.U.B. |
| explotation’s all we see
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| Nowhere to fall back upon
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| Stepped on like a laprechaun
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| Welcome to club explotation
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| City to city, nation to nation
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| All day, everythings the same
|
| They have fun in the sun while we stand in the rain
|
| Welcome to club explotation
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| City to city, nation to nation
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| We’re just pawns to a big man’s game
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| We can loose everthing and got nothing to gain
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| Welcome to club explotation |