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I am sick and tired and my money's always spent And though their jobs are killing me their money pays the rent The fuel of world hate although its just a seed But when it grows and flowers it becomes the world's greed Money for the rich money for the fed God supplies the money and god supplies the dead And when you're dead and ready exploited be thy name Cos after you have money things are never quite the same I don't care for money and money's not for me The money fueled this empire and our racist history Although i'm forced to use it the rules have all been set But life is not worth living if your soul is in debt Money for the rich money for the fed God supplies the money and god supplies the dead And when you're dead and ready exploited be thy name Cos after you have money things are never quite the same Aus Songtexte Mania