I´m waiting, I´m waiting for the tram to come.
I´m late, I´m late again i´m sorry mom.
The money spent on taxes seem to end up in the hands
of people who have gone to far to get a second chance.
And even though I feel like i´m a chump without a clue
I go to work and pay my taxes, mom, I promise you.
We´re the model citizens of Babylon.
We´re the margin-dwellers and the moral front.
I´m spending my spare time contemplating this
The leeches that suck society are close to bliss.
And even though I know that nice guys always finish last
I dig up all the shallow graves I carry in my past.
I just cant help the feeling that I get, it resembles shame.
Oh, daddy help me now when it is hard to carry your name.

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