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The winds will blow
the profits go down
im out of work
my daughter will drown
theres stree in my heart
blood on your hands
pushing up hill
against the company man
Well im just a hard working corporate slave
my mind should hate what my body does crave
well im just a humble corporate slave
driving myself into a corporate grave
Its raining
in corporate heaven
all the coffers are a singing