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We are the ones that cook your dinner
We could be pissing in your drinks
We are the ones who fix your beemers
We could be fucking up your brakes
We are the ones who build your mansions
We might hardwire the pool
We are the ones who tote your weapons
And we drive your kids to school
We want our thanksgiving
(or) you will never be forgiven
We are the ones who guard your houses
We might just ignore that kook
We are the ones that bury your spouses
We might sell them as food
We are the ones who install your big screen
We might be watching you
We are the ones who tote your weapons
And we drive your kids to school
We are the ones who make your money
You need us, we don't need you
We are the ones who do your labour
That you can't or will not do
We are the ones, ignore the rancor
Of so-called "working fools"
That have the pride, strength and numbers
Bring to mind, just who needs who.
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released June 12, 2006
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