- cifra
If this is really living
Why am I so unforgiving
Half the world is down the toilet
Half on it's way
Well if I had a dollar for
Everytime he hollers
Trust us with your hearts and minds
Or I'll make you pay
Trust me
Ask me why your feeling screwed
And I'll give you an answer
There's a Colin, Dick and Bush
Justa hammerin' away
Ask me why you feel decived
And stripped of all your liberties
It doesn't take a genius
To explain that today
Trust me
