Born in the trash - it's the pain that I feel
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You men with power - can't you see that I'm real
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You call yourself civilized - treat me like a slave
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It feels like I carry - my own cross to the grave
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You leave me no chance - to live my own life
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You force me to live - my life by the knife
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And up there you sit - you've locked up your doors
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Chossin' my fate - in the name of the law
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I'm alive - but I'm not free
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I might as well be dead
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Life in the trash - beyond all compare
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Life in the trash - hope's not enough for me
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You fight wars with words - and act so polite
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But sill you decide - what is good and right
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But don't you forget - that time conquers all
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Usurers die - and empires fall
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I'm alive - but I'm not free
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I might as well be dead
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Life in the trash - it's filthy ant mean
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Life in the trash - only the strong survive.
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In The Trash
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