Video: Joe Gibbs / Bleak Visuals
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Lyrics:

What a disgrace
When your constituents settle with death over debt

I ain’t breathing the same but I’ll shrug my way to the grave for the sake of
My kids gotta eat
I’ll bear that heat
I’ll grind my teeth when the pain comes
Fuck it
Man up
My only leg up is phantom
Limbic lit up
I won’t pay your ransom
Damn them
I’ll dance with the Devil
He’s got more compassion
I’d level with god but he’s taking no action
I feel like
(X2)

We were set up for failure
Get a bill to enter this world
Pay it with the sum of your labor
We’re denied care by middlemen traitors
Who rinse the blood in marble sinks
While we pray for a savior

I’m fucking done
Sick of being sick
Sick making choices like my health or pay the rent
Sick of little kids who can’t afford their medicine
Your thoughts and prayers don’t help them with the cost of radiation

We’re in too deep
How do we carry the weight of the world on breaking backs?
Bones will fill the cracks of the road that is paved with good intentions
No need to bury the bodies
I prefer the stacks
Soon the streets will reek of the stench of your guilt as we bleed you dry
You are the antigen
Ignorance evident

What a disgrace
When your constituents settle with death over debt

I ain’t breathing the same but I’ll shrug my way to the grave for the sake of
My kids gotta eat
I’ll bear that heat
I’ll grind my teeth when the pain comes
Fuck it
Man up
My only leg up is phantom
Limbic lit up
I won’t pay your ransom
Damn them
I’ll dance with the Devil
He’s got more compassion
I’d level with god but he’s taking no action
I feel like
(X2)
shit

I gotta know
Is it ‘bout the money or do you like the control?
Tell her “keep the baby” then you throw them to the wolves
If you don’t have the benefits you’re headed for the cold
Lying on the floor
Dying all alone

Death over debt
I strain through labored breath
Freedom is only free when you cut the check
Sick as a dog
Take me out back and put lead between my eyes

I hope your dead presidents stare cold
May you rot in solidarity
With the ones you condemned to suffer needlessly

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