Theres no equality
Under this hierarchy
It was designed to keep us bound
And there can never be
Ethical consumption
In this capitalist society
No need to reform the system
Might as well just burn it to the ground
Throw all your money on the flames
Save nothing tear the whole thing down
Or live and die a slave
To the wages that they pay
While you stare into your television
And wait for better days
They have lead us to believe
We couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly never question
The need for their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
Even off off your death
Every dollar that they make
They take directly from your pay
Extracting surplus labour
So the profits can be maintained
You bought every lie they sold
About a guilted paradise of gold
And fortune you could never hold
Your life is bought and sold
They'll own you till your dirt and bones
The only way to escape is to destroy the system
So tell me what are we waiting for
We're gonna live and die as slaves
To the wages that they pay
While we stare into the television
And wait for better days
They have lead us to believe
We couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly never question
The need for their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
They'll profit off your death
They'll profit off your death
Gonna profit
Off of your death
Cause we live and die as slaves
To the wages that they pay
While we stare into our televisions
And wait for better days
They have lead you to believe
You couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly on your knees
Never question their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
Their gonna profit off your death
The String-Bo String Duo - Burn or Bury Lyrics
The String-Bo String Duo - Burn or Bury Lyrics
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Theres no equality
Under this hierarchy
It was designed to keep us bound
And there can never be
Ethical consumption
In this capitalist society
No need to reform the system
Might as well just burn it to the ground
Throw all your money on the flames
Save nothing tear the whole thing down
Or live and die a slave
To the wages that they pay
While you stare into your television
And wait for better days
They have lead us to believe
We couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly never question
The need for their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
Even off off your death
Every dollar that they make
They take directly from your pay
Extracting surplus labour
So the profits can be maintained
You bought every lie they sold
About a guilted paradise of gold
And fortune you could never hold
Your life is bought and sold
They'll own you till your dirt and bones
The only way to escape is to destroy the system
So tell me what are we waiting for
We're gonna live and die as slaves
To the wages that they pay
While we stare into the television
And wait for better days
They have lead us to believe
We couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly never question
The need for their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
They'll profit off your death
They'll profit off your death
Gonna profit
Off of your death
Cause we live and die as slaves
To the wages that they pay
While we stare into our televisions
And wait for better days
They have lead you to believe
You couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly on your knees
Never question their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
Their gonna profit off your death
Under this hierarchy
It was designed to keep us bound
And there can never be
Ethical consumption
In this capitalist society
No need to reform the system
Might as well just burn it to the ground
Throw all your money on the flames
Save nothing tear the whole thing down
Or live and die a slave
To the wages that they pay
While you stare into your television
And wait for better days
They have lead us to believe
We couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly never question
The need for their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
Even off off your death
Every dollar that they make
They take directly from your pay
Extracting surplus labour
So the profits can be maintained
You bought every lie they sold
About a guilted paradise of gold
And fortune you could never hold
Your life is bought and sold
They'll own you till your dirt and bones
The only way to escape is to destroy the system
So tell me what are we waiting for
We're gonna live and die as slaves
To the wages that they pay
While we stare into the television
And wait for better days
They have lead us to believe
We couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly never question
The need for their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
They'll profit off your death
They'll profit off your death
Gonna profit
Off of your death
Cause we live and die as slaves
To the wages that they pay
While we stare into our televisions
And wait for better days
They have lead you to believe
You couldn't live with out their lead
Follow blindly on your knees
Never question their authority
And even after you take your final breath
And they lay you down to rest
They'll charge your family a fee
To burn or bury what is left
They're making money
Their gonna profit off your death
Writer: The String-Bo String Duo
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