That's Not Change

by Braeden Monks   Jan 23, 2009


Theres a smile on my face
that you couldn't earse
the markets are colapsing
and my poor are laughing

Now i can finally see
no way to escape it seems
the good old usa
is closing up shop today

no more abortions to fight
we have brand new rights
pay the millionairs the money
that seems kinda funny

after years of being slaves
the first to wave there hand
?
are the poor you casted away so fast, there are quite a brave land

and now i can sleep tonight
knowing everythings alright
the bill was paid
and im still a slave

THATS NOT CHANGE!!!!
THATS JUST MORE OF THE SAME!
just more JUST MORE OF THE SAME

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