My hands feel the knots
Body pressed down
Buried in chains
Under the capitalist sun
Nothing is sacred
I was a dog on a short chain
Now there's no chain
Although I am blind My hands feel the knots Body pressed down Buried in chains Under the capitalist sun Nothing is sacred I was a dog on a short chain Now there's no chain Explain Request ×
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