Nothing comes to nothing
when there's nothing to give
The powers want to strip you clean
A charge for every breath
A price on skin that we walk in
They call this civil liberty
So-called champions for the poor
Tax us against the wall
Find it now or forfeit
The chance to 'be' in peace
A Price on skin that we walk in
A Price on skin that we walk in.
Grab thin air in one hand
A pound of flesh from the other
Crushing burden on the shoulders
An end poverty?
Only if you pay up first
Meet the fee and keep your soul
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