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Strange time we're living in
World can put fear in ya,
Hierarchy parties they make us feel inferior
Greed runs through the parliament interior
Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria
Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men
'Cause we're clearly
Living in dictatorships? Nearly
Blinded by illusions to choose,
But who's fooling who?
A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained
It's a crying shame
The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame
That makes greed a game
That lets the whole world burn
As the world turns, the whole world burns
Money was invented for trade
But now those bits of paper twist hearts
Make slaves
Turns a saint to a sinner
A child to a killer
His finger on the trigger of a money game
Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old...
Dear Mr. President, its evident
That everyones a resident
Of fear when they support the ideas
That keep us separate
When the make us believe that everybody is
Coming to terrorise you in the streets
They say proudly through gritted teeth
"Its my right to hate, thats freedom of speech"
When did freedom become a reason to hate?
A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make
There's an irony in freedom, cause us in the west
We have pillaged and plundered
And murdered like savages
Colonised all of the rest, thats called hypocrisy
Preach a certain value
That you'd never keep yourselves
If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate
Yourselves in a second
Yet still you spit your venom
Demonising immigrants, when really your an
immigrant
'Cause all of us are immigrants
Or descended from immigrants
The irony is imminent
I'll shed the light on immigrants
America was colonised by Britain,
Britain it was colonised by Rome
Also colonised by the Saxons,
They were German by the way
You know how people throw shade upon the
Germans 'cause of histories pain
And yet we make the same mistakes all again
Demonise a whole people Jewish or Muslim
The same and the same
Old situation plays on repeat
The same old TV shows repeat
Yeah we worship the bleak,
Our opinions aren't our own
And we follow like sheep
Theres no left, theres no right
In the middle we sleep
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old money game

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