Open For Inturpetation |
or of people that will not taste
This great place is dying in haste
The kindom in which freedom's based
Few have faith in "our palace" still
They lost faith in democrate Bill
corrupted the men on the hill
The dollar's a dangerous pill
People that shoot crooked arrows
are the class of people that shows
That evil goes where money flows
Few have known the evil they pose
They have there fun and shareth not
Always putting us on the spot
In life they stoled there own Jackpot
They prey on the poor, and then "swat"
The one way is to spread the wealth
as they sneak up upon with stealth
We all must Join to end their health
That's how we are to spread the wealth
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