Capitalize on the working masses
We're a million to one, yet the one's still laughing
They've got their hands in your wallets, fingers in your purses
Hoard your nickels because you've worked it, you've earned it
Take and take, slim down my bottom line
I've been taxed to death, start working overtime
The tax man's fist is coming down on my door
He's going to broaden the gap between the rich and the poor
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
Tossed aside, thrown face down into the dirt
As they stomp your back further into the earth
No lending hand to help you back to your feet
Still they take you for all you're f*cking worth
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
Minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days
And at the end of the month, you feed the money machine
Pennies turn to dollars, and dollars turn to debt
Because you've lost it all to feed the money machine
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
Feed the Machine (That Starves You) Video (MV)
Performed By: WAR FAIR
Length: 1:54
Written by: Ben Lalonde, Chris Campeau, Damon Barkley, Drew Skidmore, Mitch Chartrand, Sean MacKay
WAR FAIR - Feed the Machine (That Starves You) Lyrics
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Capitalize on the working masses
We're a million to one, yet the one's still laughing
They've got their hands in your wallets, fingers in your purses
Hoard your nickels because you've worked it, you've earned it
Take and take, slim down my bottom line
I've been taxed to death, start working overtime
The tax man's fist is coming down on my door
He's going to broaden the gap between the rich and the poor
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
Tossed aside, thrown face down into the dirt
As they stomp your back further into the earth
No lending hand to help you back to your feet
Still they take you for all you're f*cking worth
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
Minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days
And at the end of the month, you feed the money machine
Pennies turn to dollars, and dollars turn to debt
Because you've lost it all to feed the money machine
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
We're a million to one, yet the one's still laughing
They've got their hands in your wallets, fingers in your purses
Hoard your nickels because you've worked it, you've earned it
Take and take, slim down my bottom line
I've been taxed to death, start working overtime
The tax man's fist is coming down on my door
He's going to broaden the gap between the rich and the poor
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
Tossed aside, thrown face down into the dirt
As they stomp your back further into the earth
No lending hand to help you back to your feet
Still they take you for all you're f*cking worth
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
Minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days
And at the end of the month, you feed the money machine
Pennies turn to dollars, and dollars turn to debt
Because you've lost it all to feed the money machine
Don't want to give my dreams to feed the money machine
Don't want to break my back then come apart at the seams
Writer: Ben Lalonde, Chris Campeau, Damon Barkley, Drew Skidmore, Mitch Chartrand, Sean MacKay
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid