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People, they open their palms to me What they want they take from me What I got they gotta take There's no more truth, it's all a fake BUILD ME BUILD ME A BOMB THEN ALL MY PROBLEMS THEY'LL BE GONE I'm sick and tired of the same routine Just a part of an official scheme But I'll be sure that when I'm sold It won't be my head that rolls alone Aus Songtexte Mania