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New slaves, same old masters,
We grow, they’re the same old bastards.
New slaves, same old masters,
Same shit, just a little faster.
They say new progress for you,
Computer revolution, Internet 2,
You got a voice and you got a medium?
All you got is a new place to stick your thumb.
21st century world at your fingertips,
But you never leave the office,
Your grandfather used to sew the land,
Now you sew the market,
New slaves, same old masters,
We grow, they’re the same old bastards.
New slaves, same old masters,
Same shit, just a little faster.
Either way you’re still the same,
Big pie at the top,
Rest trickles down to the bottom,
Eat your shit sandwich.
No more whips and chains,
But we still work pretty cheap,
American Dream, a place to sleep,
And a chance to win the lottery.
New slaves, same old masters,
We grow, they’re the same old bastards.
New slaves, same old masters,
Same shit, just a little faster.
Faceless, one percent elite own
Billions that they don’t need,
Only reason they keep it,
To keep their loafer on you.
The strongest chains you’ll ever see,
Are the ones you are wearing.
Just because you have a nice house,
Doesn’t mean you are free.
Yea, yea yea
Turn it off
Yea yea yea
Nothing you can do
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