Mercedes-Benz

o lord won´t you burn me a Mercedes-Benz
the streets are on fire, the smoke´s high and dense                       
they notice my voice only when it´s immense
so lord won´t you burn me a Mercedes-Benz

o lord won´t you earn me a Mercedes-Benz
we´re toiling in silence for nickels and pence                      
in this closed down suburb society ends
so lord won´t you earn me a Mercedes-Benz

o lord won´t you burn me a Mercedes-Benz
the media keeps asking how can this make sense?                     
it´s a cry to high heaven, it´s the poor´s self defence
so lord won´t you burn me a Mercedes-Benz
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