Capitalists' Prey?
We sleep in the bed that they make
I want to push you off the high chair because it’s mine!
I want to eat your cake and bleed you dry!
Can we play friends in time for bed?
When you say stop I’ll wake up red and run you down
Are we the capitalists’ prey
We sleep in the bed that they make
Are we the capitalists’ prey
Is there anything that we can say
I’ll take your toys and give them to boys that are worthy
I’ll fight for your right but will make you pay
Can we walk in the sun hand in hand?
When you let go I’ll push you out and you will burn
We are the capitalists’ prey
We sleep in the bed that they make
We are the capitalists’ prey
There is nothing that we can say
About the Creator
Morten Jensen
Lyricist, blogger, nutritionist, coach, gay, accountant, runner, lover of life, and so much more. Helping gay men get unstuck from stress and anxiety.
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