Hot Cross - Finance Fuels the Sickness at Heart

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I watch them fall just out of reach,
I watch their plan get worse.
I hear them slur their speech
I hear them slur their speech
«Pay my way, I can’t survive.
Pay my way, I can’t exist.
Pay my way, I’m tired of begging.
Pay my way, I’ve all but unravelled, despondent and sick.»
Pay our way, we are sick of our part.
Pay our way, we reach back for something to break a fall.
Pay our way, we’ve been fucked from the start,
Caught unaware that finance fuels the sickness at heart.
the sickness at heart
the sickness
We are all sick
We are all sick
And these men don’t care
All plush seats and bright suits.
These men will never care (Pay our way)
They’re in line to get their pocket lined
In step to have us underlined
Thrown out address to avoid (Pay our way Pay our way)
Name enumerated, spit out and destroyed
out and destroyed
out and destroyed
destroyed
I watch them fall just out of reach,
I watch their plan get worse.
I hear them slur their speech
I will never slur their speech
Pay my way
Pay our way, we are sick of our part.
Pay our way, we reach back for something to break a fall.
Pay our way, we’ve been fucked from the start,
Caught unaware that finance fuels the sickness at heart
finance fuels the sickness at heart