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Rise Of The Mice

from Hell With Honors by Huxley

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I'm sick of working 10-10 and nothing to show for it but,
Callous fingertips to mend
Working class pacifist and
This means war to me!
Does it mean war to you?
The liars bleed us dry and they're making bread with our bones!

Fe-fi-fo-fum
Fat cat's got our tounge
Living in the walls
We are mice of men
Are we all just dirt for them to walk upon?
Why must we break our backs for their glory, for our pain?

We're all sick and can't pretend there's something to comfort us but,
Helpless shrugs from LPNs
Just as powerless
This means war to me!
Does this mean war to you?
They pick our pockets clean and they're breaking bread with our homes

Fe-fi-fo-fum
Fat cat's got our tounge
Living in the walls
We are mice of men
Are we all just dirt for them to walk upon?
Why must we break our backs for their glory, for our pain?

Fe-fi-fo-fum
Fat cat's got our tounge
Living in the walls
We are mice of men

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from Hell With Honors, released August 20, 2013

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