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Defend whatever's left of your dignitySay so long to these captains of industryShoot me down if I'm out of lineI don't mindIt'd be a reliefFree us from these thievesIt's so hard to believeanything they say
Counting on a cut of the I.P.O.On the casting couch at the studioOil spills and miner’s spadesLine the highwaysDown to the beachAlways just out of reachFor you and meThat’s the American way
Everybody knowsIt's the same everywhereMama's crying in the streetCornrows in her hairLike nobody cares
(solo verse)
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