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Hours pass, everyday.

You keep waiting for your pay.

If your work sucks, and your sick to death.

Listen to me and hold your breath.

Kill those pigs, make them pay.

Grab their money and go away.

Adrenaline is what you feel.

Take your bike and burn the wheel!

Run! Run! With the green papers.

Die! Die! Die for them.

Run! Run! It's called vendetta.

Kill! Kill! Kill the unfair.

Driving fast, you can't breathe,

Now that you are fucking rich.

Happiness, is now so near,

Being sucked by a young bitch!

Nothing's left, work is done.

Corpses are rotting in their tombs.

Your soul is free, of your own hate.

Now all you have to do is to escape!

Run! Run! With the green papers.

Die! Die! Die for them.

Run! Run! It's called vendetta.

Kill! Kill! Kill the unfair.

Rob them!

Hysteric laugh.

Dollars in your pocket.

Police sirens follow you.

And you only feel green adrenaline!

Bloodstained.

Driving down the highway.

Leaving everything behind.

You've become addicted to green adrenaline!