Making A Killing Song Lyrics
Making A Killing by Die Young Succumb to whims of the machine
We are mere playthings of corrupt industries
Our health is pawned into private sectors by the pharaohs of our time
We submit with wallets, willing,
Grovelling for scr*ps and relief
We forfeit our lives as they make their killing,
But we just want to live!
The suffering of many is the wealth of a few