JET MARKET LYRICS

"Devil's Dung"

What is your fuel? What is your motivation?
Do you think anyone can be bought?
What is your fuel? What are your intentions?
Do you think you can be fucking bought?

Please let me show you who is the boss around here.
That's right it deals with something that someone calls devil's dung.
Every fucking day we sell ourselves to fit the standards.
Every fucking day we find out that we have our own price.

And we come to a compromise
Just as all the world does my dear friend.
We become what we hate.
We sell our dignity and then we strongly hope to get
A better deal in the following day.
I'm pretty sick of all that crap.

So here I stand today against this sale of slaves.
I'm not gonna sell myself.

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