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Say your prayers

Get on yours knees

Fill the world with

Famine and disease

You rich fucks

Are the first to go

Your tyranny

Has been overthrown

Death from above

Quiet as a dove

If the glove don't fit

Then you ain't done shit

You think

You're above mankind

Well I know you ain't

No friend of mine

So take your shit

And fuck right off

Your wrist is tired from

Jerking off the cops

If the glove don't fit

That means you ain't done shit

If the glove don't fit

That means you ain't done shit

If the glove don't fit

That means you ain't done shit

All we want is justice that cant be bought

And maybe for your body to rot

On the summer streets, boiling up so hot

Your blood tastes best coagulated hot