moment on Can't shake this fever from my mind It burns away all that has passed And draws me to her side "A direct hit" the cupid smiles... Wounded
moment on Can't shake this fever from my mind It burns away all that has passed And draws me to her side "A direct hit" the cupid smiles... Wounded,
No roof above No food for the day The poor are victims Victims of greed [Chorus:] Casualties of greed Greedy fucking bastards steal from the poor The
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