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Once upon and so on,

As Freedom was counting its slaves,

It said: "Hail only to decent whores,

And look for..." (You're slaves)

We headed for a market place

To sell our time like bread.

All men remained silent,

Money talked instead.

My land, my home land

You should be weak to be a man

My land, my home land

Here tall are growing taller,

Small just get smaller,

All blind 'cause they wanna be...

Love is a luxury

Bought and sold by sluts.

Monsters, they are more beautiful

Than any other gods.

We're really scared to make a move,

So shocked by freedom of choice,

We shit our pants without a fart,

We talk without a voice.