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McCarthy
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Frans Hals
They calculate how much it takes to starve a rat And send it out to me Sleeping in the trash Begrudging everything They're keen to deal with me So yesterday I This land informs me
These are better days You stop your money There's no more money We've already paid We're making money I said you're joking
The rich are out to get to me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They want to see me hung drawn and quartered You bastards gave me And I will pinch you dry It's not much to do It's all I can do But one day soon The poor will deal with you
Make your will out mate They know your names and they know your faces Make your will out mate They know your names and they know your faces They will deal with you They'll really deal with you
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