Speak of heroes
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You're swift to nominate them
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Oh, darling be a sacrificial lamb
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Oh, poor boys fighting peasants in foreign lands
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How loudly you praise them
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Oh, but where were you then?
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Off dancing with your debutante
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Her skin is soft and warm
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But her eyes are cold and dead
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It serves the greedy well
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To say men's hearts are dark
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But I believe there'll be a light that shines
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Which now is just a spark
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No gods, no masters
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No kings nor their court jesters
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No gods, no masters
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No kings nor their court jesters
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Bury the last
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Sons of avarice
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Tell the teachers and nurses and soldiers
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They must be lazy and/or dumb
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While you, you earn a hundred to one
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Oh, but don't you fucking utter the word
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Meritocracy
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So what's our priorities
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With people or markets being free
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I hear Sudan is a dusty place
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And every day a few less black faces
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It serves the greedy well
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To say men's hearts are dark
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But I believe there'll be a light that shines
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Which now is just a spark
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No gods, no masters
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No kings nor their court jesters
|
No gods, no masters
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No kings nor their court jesters
|
Bury the last
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Sons of avarice
|
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No gods, no masters
|
No kings nor their court jesters
|
No gods, no masters
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No kings nor their court jesters
|
Bury the last
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Sons of avarice
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Sons Of Avarice
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