You keep ‘em at a distance
Except for the war games that you play
Paranoia deepens
Each and every day
You shrink in your domain
While you still try to maintain
The locks on your so-called
‘Self- preservation’

Money-go-round is turning
Cos you have is why we aint

You saw what you wanted
And you took it without hesitation
Sanctified by law
And blessed by religion
They’re asking for something back
But it aint a pay- back
For all the wealth and resources
That you hijacked

Inside the history books
It’s full of thieves and crooks
Welcomed with open arms
They stole and they took
Back to the Fatherland
Now they’re queuing at the door
Just like Oliver Twist
They’re asking for more

We don’t want no more
Coming to where the cakes baked

You keep ‘em at a distance
Except for the war games that you play
Paranoia deepens
Each and every day
You offer foreign aid
To which a worse situation’s made
With your terms and conditions
For military trade


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Bossmans Bleeding song meanings
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