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Corrupt politicians, purveyors of law Give us daily bread, but not a crumb more Premiers, Presidents and leaders of men Fleece us like sheep again and again All we can do is suffer the grief And shake our heads in disbelief A penny here, a dollar there We're nickel'd and dime'd into despair If we should ever come on days When all would start to change their ways There'd still be some who would only see A brand new opportunity I'd go along and wag my tail But still they'd throw me in their jail I watch the news and wonder why They never seem to catch that guy He knows the game as well as I And that is why he won't be Aus Songtexte Mania