Group 1 Printing paper money, which they so adore. Point a finger at US, claim we owe more. How does that figure? Who keeps the score? All legal trickery, with deceit and war. Beyond Sensibility, They have no answer for. Exploiting, We the People, Whom they Ignore. I'm really tired! But my hands are tied Serving my boss hasn't been easy It's been all day for me busy Laden with laborious load Always in the middle of the road No rest from the start Breathing with palpitating heart When shall I heave a sigh of relief? Present predicament gives me a burn It's never been my belief That things will take this turn I'd rather return to the village This is nothing, but a bondage! Of what use is a higher qualification, When it can't give one maximum satisfaction?