原文歌詞
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Slashing whip in the form of currency
Treatment based on pure nationality
Under the table, you never have to see me
Blamed for all crimes, in times of despair
Everyone falls for the hateful charade
Modern day slaves, trapped in a queue
They keep this empire above the ground
If I fall down, two more rise
