Lyrics: J. Gagne / Music: J. Fernandes, J. Gagne
When it masked by the robber waiting for you with a giant hook
He drags you down, still holds you by the hand
He claims your modest victory and tries to share the land, share the land
The names are still engraved in that piece of paper
But he still comes along and then he wants to shape you
He holds you to your glory and defies you to your chance
It’s a mean old world but I swear it’s better than the rest
Old friend of mine, where did you go?
Where, where did you go?
And the TV just stares right at him
And he never sees any lie
But he sees one day and lets out an awkward cry
Now he understands he’s been led by a blind eye
He's got a blind eye
He can't see too far down the road, no
He's been working hard everyday, earned his pay and the government takes it all away for what reason I don't know.
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