Dear Sir


What a grave misconception,
That's built up to the norm
The suits, the cells, the charm,
The first impressions

Wine and dine to make some good connections,
Because it's all about who you fucking know

Let them think that you're close, a friend they can confide,
A bit more money for that fancy glass of wine
There is no excuse for robbing someone blind
Hold the pen to their necks until they sign the check

Fuck this cutthroat sport
Build up a trust and deliver what you say
A word of mouth pledge you take to your grave
Care about more than the just your own gains

Buy and sell your lives away
Buy and sell your lives away

These are the acts of separate classes
These are the acts of poor business practice
These are the acts of separate classes
These are the acts of poor business practice







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