Letras:Wolfgang. Bought & Sold.
In the family of the free but the freedom drags
a bitter taste amidst all it's harmony
look deep inside comfort and security
breed sick infected minds
who feed on lust and ecstasy
battered bodies shattered dreams
lining the streets no end to the means
crippled corpses vandalized souls
degraded penetrated beaten down
bought and sold
pied piping foreigners arrive each day
to blindly lead the innocent
toward their indecent ways
branded children who only see
the money and toys
supposedly given for free
outlined bodies
littered dreams
lining the streets
no end to the means
riddled corpses
violated souls
when you're degraded
penetrated
beaten down
bought and sold
oh my brother
how do you explain
being tied to yourself
wrapped in bundles of pain
no longer my brother
what pleasures ar left to gain
look deep inside yourself
wrapped in bundles of pain
into everyday blindly we see
the power of the dollar
and the other currencies
is the money they make
worth the price that they pay
it doesn't really matter
when there's one born everyday
battered bodies shattered dreams
lining the streets no end to the means
crippled corpses vandalized souls
degraded penetrated
beaten down bought and sold
once again the night arrives
as I bleed the tears of sorrow
this can't be all to expect from life
I'll pray for better things tomorrow
a bitter taste amidst all it's harmony
look deep inside comfort and security
breed sick infected minds
who feed on lust and ecstasy
battered bodies shattered dreams
lining the streets no end to the means
crippled corpses vandalized souls
degraded penetrated beaten down
bought and sold
pied piping foreigners arrive each day
to blindly lead the innocent
toward their indecent ways
branded children who only see
the money and toys
supposedly given for free
outlined bodies
littered dreams
lining the streets
no end to the means
riddled corpses
violated souls
when you're degraded
penetrated
beaten down
bought and sold
oh my brother
how do you explain
being tied to yourself
wrapped in bundles of pain
no longer my brother
what pleasures ar left to gain
look deep inside yourself
wrapped in bundles of pain
into everyday blindly we see
the power of the dollar
and the other currencies
is the money they make
worth the price that they pay
it doesn't really matter
when there's one born everyday
battered bodies shattered dreams
lining the streets no end to the means
crippled corpses vandalized souls
degraded penetrated
beaten down bought and sold
once again the night arrives
as I bleed the tears of sorrow
this can't be all to expect from life
I'll pray for better things tomorrow
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