"Don't let these fuckers grind you down
Don't let these bastards kill your soul
Bottom feeders in the worst way
A bunch of fucking turncoats
You gave them more than they ever gave back
And now everyone knows
Don't let these fuckers grind you down
Don't let these leeches suck you dry
You've got the heart of a lion
You've got the strength to survive"
Post Scriptum: o riff final é particularmente épico.
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