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The GC5 - The Bottom Line lyrics
Coming out of the womb the world feels like a tomb We?e heavily indebted From the cradle to the grave, we?e always slaves Always tugging at credit See the misery and the poverty And how they exacerbate it While we?e breakin?our backs tryin?to pay back Loans made to dictators And I don? know why we sacrifice our children But it follows from your premises They?e just dollars and cents, they?e just resources to expend Somewhere there? a bottom line more important than yours The financial vultures have built a culture That pits us against our brothers And we?l always bleed as long as greed Can hide under freedom? cover Their debt relief? a source of constant grief To those who bear it? burden While the money flows North more than back and forth From the coffers of free trade? servants Little girl born in a cemetary All around her is dead and buried Born into a world devoid of hope Little girl born in a cemetary Knowing nothing of the burden she?l carry Your accounting owes her more than this |
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