Letra de Bossmans Bleeding

You keep 'em at a distance Except for the war games that you play Paranoia deepens Each and every day You shrink in your domain While you still try to maintain The locks on your so-called 'Self- preservation' Money-go-round is turning Cos you have is why we aint You saw what you wanted And you took it without hesitation Sanctified by law And blessed by religion They're asking for something back But it aint a pay- back For all the wealth and resources That you hijacked Inside the history books It's full of thieves and crooks Welcomed with open arms They stole and they took Back to the Fatherland Now they're queuing at the door Just like Oliver Twist They're asking for more We don't want no more Coming to where the cakes baked You keep 'em at a distance Except for the war games that you play Paranoia deepens Each and every day You offer foreign aid To which a worse situation's made With your terms and conditions For military trade