| The lyric of Money, Choking Victim's song I am sick and tired and my money s always spent and though their jobs are killing methier money pays my rent. The fuel of world hatealthough it s just a seed but when it grows and flowersit becomes the world s greed! money for the richmoney for the fed god supplies the money and god supplies the dead! And when yer dead and ready"exploited" be thy name cuase after you have money things are never quite the same! I don t care for moneyand money s not for me the money fueled this empire and our racist history. Although I m forced to use itthe rules have all been set. But life is not worth living when yer soul is in debt! MONEY KILLS. MONEY RAPES. MONEY LIES. MONEY HATES.
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