Oh yeah, oh yeah!
It's all suffering in this life
And they promise you an afterlife
But it's all here.
It's all is struggle to survive
Perpertual hunting season,
You are hunter, you are brave
The struggle continues,
Continues every day.
Another day, another dollar
The struggle continues every day
Oh, too much, too much pressure on
Too much politics are lie
Too much gasoline or die
In much you are fear on fire
Too much, too much pressure's on me,
Too much in my brain,
Can you feel the pain?
Can you feel it ever?
Confusion
Confusion
I got it every day
Confusion
Hey, confusion
Oh, money
I got my money on the money
Money rolls, money slips,
Money fills, money aches,
Money works, money jokes
Money thinks that you are dogs
So deceivable of the greedy
A trodding down and needy
This war industry
Provide you with a greed
You had never seen
Has never been before
And only they do make is money
Money and war
War, war, war
Trr-bam-boom-boom-doom-doom...
Too much, too much pressure's on
Too much, too much in my brain,
Too much I can feel the pressure
Feel it in the pain
Too much pressure's on
Too much the politics are lie
Too much atmosphere required
Atmosphere's dying
Confusion
Confusion
I can feel it every day
Confusion
Confusion, now!
I gonna make war
I can see you dying
I gonna make this industry
I got on the T. that's gone V.
All this on, this on, this on in a day's work
Oh, say confusion, illusions
My, my, now every day
Confusion!
Confusion!
(Michiel Bel, lyrics David Beukers)
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