You Better Start Swimming, Or You'll Sink

You Breathed On Me And Made My Life A Richer One To Live, When I Was Deep In Poverty You Taught Me How To Give. Dried The Tears Up From My Dreams And Pulled Me From My Hole, Quenched My Thirst And Satisfied The Burning In My Soul.

All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul.

In Ceremonies Of The Horsemen, Even The Pawn Must Hold A Grudge.

They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

They Say That Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail. Steal A Lot And Then They Make You King.