I wake up alone
A bad pounding inside my head
It's the holy ghost of alcohol
That pushes me up and down
And thrills me all around
Down in the south
It's the end of a violent show
A show that began with the stone age
The innocence trapped deep down
In our emotions
So far away
We're locked inside
And we don't care - economic fight
That binds us all, so far away
This party sucks (x4)
The youth with the drugs
They're fighting inside a ring
The outside ring of humanity
They ain't big enough to fit with the shape - no
The poor on the ground
The rich doin' better now
Balance of power that we know
Big money got no conscience, got no soul
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