Remember what they took

The less you are

The more you have

You will not buy that book

You‘ll always choose the cigarettes

Remember what they took

Forget the things you cherish most

We‘ll never make it out

We‘ll never come to see the day

When money comes around

I saved my funds for later use

The rug beneath my feet

The drugs within my distant reach

Will find their way to you

You‘ll learn to fight the thing you hate

The man you have become

The working class is not a flex

The barrel or the gun