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Tytuł: Worms Of The Senses

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["They told me that the classics never got a style but, they do, they do. Somehow baby, I never thought that we do to." ]
  
  I got a bone to pick with capitalism and a few to break
  Grab us by the throat and shake the life away
  Human life is not commodity, figures, statistics or make believe
  
  And yeah, I like eating excrement, not getting paid for it
  Play the guilt, play the fear & play the anxiety
  And yeah, I like eating excrement, not getting paid for it
  Play the guilt, play the fear & play the anxiety
  
  Seduced by the opportunity and robbed of hope
  Alien nation is not commodity, figures, statistics or make believe
  
  Yeah!
  One more time. Oh!
  
  Marginalise away the joy and sell us boredom
  
  And yeah, I like working doing nothing, not making anything
  Blame the poor, blame the uneducated & blame the sick
  And yeah, I like working doing nothing, not making anything
  Blame the poor, blame the uneducated & blame the sick
  
  I got a bone to pick and a few to break