Текст, перевод и аккорды “Per Capita”
- Countless opinions - a hotbed of riches Last remaining entitlement Feeling valued? Or devoutly subdued? Per Capita All placated and humoured A billion voices shall all register - they say Diversity for the diverse Feeling valued? Or devoutly subdued? Per Capita All placated and humoured The movers, the shakers - largely abjecy fakers Scale their ivory towers Democracy sours, peasant Democracy sours, peasant! Self-interest in the pure sense is pushing for the privilege Not to be undervalued or singled out as surplus - dead weight Democracy sours, peasant! Per Capita, you are entrapped... ...Away from their precious glass houses Which you'd shatter with stones of just justice Exposing the power base for all its filthy favouritism Per Capita, they've got your number... ...Turning the rest against your so-called reprehensible deviance Setting new precedents for crass behaviour And so persists the untouchable elite Scale their ivory towers, peasant!
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