Born to be selfish
born not to care
born to be ugly
born for us all.
Grown in then city
nutured by smog
Breeded by money
Living to work.
Time to pay back now
this cheque will no bounce.
Paying back interest on tears and on blood.
Buying back the silences
and homes for the blind.
Love takes a hostile take over
Or is that all in the nind.
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