Acid people are in my soul
We don’t know self-control
Oh, no
Things we touch turn to gold
All you buy is all we sold
Oh, yes
We decide if it’s day or night
We can wait ‘til you pay our price
Sell you air while cutting your trees
So you just can’t breathe
But there’s a method to our madness
You might not see
From down on your knees
Hold our heads above the sea
We could drown in our luxury
Oh, no
March across barren land
Claim our rights on dust and sand
Oh, yes
We decide if you sleep or cry
The truth hurts so we’re going to lie
See I don’t care just what you think of
Your ruling class
Because you’ve already stepped aside
To let us pass
Now we’re first, and you’re last
Acid people are in my soul
We don’t know self-control

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