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I add it upI count it out Consider all the figuresTo realize that I've been cheatedI've seen their clothesI've seen their carsI've stepped in park-side mansionsEnough to know I've been mistreatedBut then I take the bus from Cullerton to 95th StreetI take my daughter to their parksI take the medicine the state provides for healthy workmenBetter on their stamps than in their cartDid I smell anger, angerDon't let it be my undertakerNo, thank them, thank them, for keeping me aliveThey're welcome to their dollarThey'll have their cake and we'll have ours as we drink on their dimeI walk among the glass steel towersI borrow books and recordsI glean the excess entertainmentAnd though I'm fine to pay for mine, not if it keeps my hands boundI'm all for work, just not containmentI'll praise a god who gives a dirty hand a worthy livingI'll praise a mother who feeds her childI'll thank my lucky stars the rich will waste what they're not givingThen gladly take what's rightly oursSongtexteDid I smell anger, anger, Don't let it be my undertakerNo, thank them, thank them, for keeping me aliveThey're welcome to their dollarThey'll have their cake and we'll have ours as we drink on their dimeDid I smell anger?Anger? Aus Songtexte Mania