Letra da Música Farewell Fare de Atlas Losing Grip

Lack of hope under a burning sun
You have the heart of a lion
But can't get through this one
Forever is a long time to wait for a change
Locked up money making minds will never rearrange

Fuck their wornout welfare lies
You clean the roaches from their beds
In their tourist paradise
You clean the roaches from their beds
But what kills the roaches in their heads?

Exploitation
For generations
No moderation
No liberation

A junkyard for social standards to benefit from
Where every household tries to feed their kids
Slaving for the white and rich
The white and rich

You clean the roaches from their beds
But what kills the roaches in their heads?

Exploitation
For generations
No moderation
No liberation
Exploitation
For generations
Another nation