The world is cold
So as u get old
Watch Ur step
U dnt kno waz next
The powers that be
It's plain to see
They dnt want us free
We were to be led
And bob said
Di shakel in our head
Do u get it
The mark of da beast
Is in our head
And in our hand
It's money
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