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Ey!

And they say, it's part of it

So they buying your sell your soul

Well my friend, the thought of it

They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold

While they in their companion slaves

Slaving through the night.

I know I can find my way

For there is light

Chase dem!

Run dem politicians!

When I see dem I get cold

And they'll say it;s a part of it.

So they buying your sell your soul.

Well my friend, the thought of it.

They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.

While they in their companion slaves.

Slaving through the night.

Now I'll pave my way

And I'll pave it right

Chase dem!

Run dem politicians!

When I see dem I get cold

They'll still say it's a part of it!

So they buying your sell your soul.

Well my friend, the thought of it.

They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.

And they in their companion slaves.

Slaving through the night.

I know I can find my way

For out there is light

Chase dem!

Run dem politicians!

When I see dem I get cold.

Chase!

Run run run

Ay! ay! ay! ay!

Get them out, get them out!

Run dem away! (Chase!)