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Lord save me from those with my best interest at heartLord save me from sleeves emblazoned with heartsFrom fools who place horses in front of their cartsWho care less for learning than teachingFor they know not of what they are speakingYeah, you're marching in matching Che Guevara T shirtsou're so damn conceited, it's starting to hurtYou were born in to freedom so you don't know it's worthAnd you constantly speak of solutionsBut you only repeat revolutionWhen you live with your parents, your ideals come cheapBut what of the families with children to feed?For the ones who've scored riches have more than they needWhile the rest of us think of survivalYour money can pay for your moralsYou say that for omelettes, you're gonna need to break eggsBut if you follow your logic, you're soon breaking headsTo patch your polemic, you tear us to shredsYou'd steal all our voices for your thunderFor your politics, nothing but plunderAnd we will not be judged or be put into placeAs no more than members of class are of raceWe're free individuals and that's what you hateOur society is not a machineYou can steer or shut down as you pleaseAnd one day you'll struggle to make your ends meetAnd one day you'll struggle to stand on your feetAnd you'll find something true that'll make your heart beatAnd you'll sacrfice something of meaningAnd you'll understand something of freedom Aus Songtexte Mania