Lyrics of 'Bliss' by Wrinkled Fred
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High ideals, holly purpose
Sympathy for those who suffer
Gotta pay, gotta pay
For our needy brothers
Just a little coin
Don't try to be "tight-fisted"
The poor need your help
Come one, make them bliss, yeah!
Tell me liers
Who gives a fuck?
Tell me who of you
Cares about the poor?
Tents and sleeping bags
Homeless also've got their rights
Someone's got to help
Our funds shrink but nevermind
Everyone has got to know
Hierarchy of importance
Boss' penthouse's first
Second's shelter for the homeless
Tell me liers who of you gives a fuck about the poor
Tell me liers who gives...
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