Black Symphony - The Poor

Black Symphony - The Poor слова, текст песни.

Get up off your ass,
Or don't say a thing.
You complain, no one cares.
Stop whining.

No money, no food,
No shirt on your back.
Depressed all the time.
What do you expect?

Blame someone else,
The poor get poorer.
Neglect humanity.
Angry you are at the world,

Make them pay for your mistakes.
Pride you've lost inside yourself,
It doesn't matter who you burn.

Need cash, need goods,
Need clothes on my back.
Need gold, need diamonds,
Need your fancy car.

I must have that.
Steal from someone else,


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