The Age of the Roach

Well it takes and it takes
Until all the world is crumbling
In the Age of the Roach
You're an ant that's marching, stumbling

I think I'd know better than that
Cause I know how rich people act

Well I give and I give
Until both my hands are bleeding
And I'd die in a hole
For the feeling that I'm feeding

I can't decide what's better than that
Get sick and die; you're a welcome mat

Well the bombs they were big
And they fell there without warning
And we piled inside
But the night sky looked like morning

Eye for an eye
Eye for an eye; it's coming to that
I know how rich people act

Go!

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Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Clayton Blake
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