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When profit shows his face
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our sense of clarity is washed away.
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Spinning round the axle of greed,
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don't let the economy stagnate
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for it's our creed.
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I turn my head away in shame
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as you crave for more,
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calling out what is not yours to sell.
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We're the pimps of it all.
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Living in the decadence of our dignity.
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When silver waves his hand,
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we kneel so eagerly.
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Living in the decadence of our dignity.
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Where man will take command
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we'll sail astray in greed.
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Come into my booth and trade.
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What about the exclusive bargain
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for the day?
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I can satisfy all your needs.
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Sell your future and you will profit today,
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do your deeds.
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Decadence of Dignity
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Falconer |