

Dollars and SenseIf I said I was happyDollars and Sense
Then I must have lied You can't experieence happiness
When you're a slave from 9 to 5 Only in america
Should we feel so blessed The rich kill the poor Drunk off of our dripping sweat And the one thing I wish
Is to slip through some accidental manner And for my voice to be heard
Over the imperialist clamor Because I sweat and I bleed
And i dream like the rest of you Only my blood is sincere
And I'm dreaming for you too But I can't escape
The endless ammount of guilt that I feel Because I work and I pay taxes

Cheers, though! This one's on me:
Put it on my tab (I don't really plan on paying it anyway!)
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hope you have a great one and you remember it for a while.
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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