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They keep asking how we got to this place I can answer that with a question Let me ask you how you lost your faith As your god why he withholds his blessings I see them falling in the gap between the wage I see them falling and there's no one catching We're chasing dollars with slaveowners on the face Those are the dollars that we're never gonna make (Yo!) Sell me out down the shallow river Could I hate you more? Could I hate you more? Sell me out down the shallow river Could I hate you more? Could I hate you more? Sold me out Sold me out You sold me out to the highest bidder Sold me out Sold me out You sold me out to the highest bidder You're missing every single shot you don't take So fill your quota with these moving targets They push you then tell you stay in your place Letras de cancionesEyes on the profit don't you miss the market You say you're hungry with a mountain on your plate You say you're hungry while the world is starving We're chasing dollars with slaveowners on the face They crack the whip and hope our backs don't break (Yo!) Sell me out down the shallow river Could I hate you more? Could I hate you more? Sell me out down the shallow river Could I hate you more? Could I hate you more? Sold me out Sold me out You sold me out to the highest bidder Sold me out Sold me out You sold me out to the highest bidder […] behind a fucking desk You slaves From Letras Mania