Pound for pound we carry out threats better than anyone around Mean what we say even when we lie The heavyweights of the insolent class No counterweight to our whip and our cash Our needs must never be denied Always raising the stakes Always aiming low We`ve got no conscience and we`re gonna explode They`re putting up a strip mall where the factory used to be We deal in violence while it is the currency We`re gonna blow! Brick by brick we put up walls that are never sufficiently thick To block off the consequences Still we save face by alluding to a mythical time and place Yearning for the days of wine and picket fences The world is tuned in A globalist episode Our morals are paper thin and we`re gonna explode Don`t look at me baby cause you know my hands are tied I know you left me here and I`m rotting on the vine Lying well enough to make a strong man fear the meek Check your pocketbooks cause I know you got off cheap
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