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Chase Dem
by Capleton
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Ey!
And they say, it's part of it
So they buying your sell your soul
Well my friend, the thought of it
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold
While they in their companion slaves
Slaving through the night.
I know I can find my way
For there is light
Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold
And they'll say it;s a part of it.
So they buying your sell your soul.
Well my friend, the thought of it.
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.
While they in their companion slaves.
Slaving through the night.
Now I'll pave my way
And I'll pave it right
Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold
They'll still say it's a part of it!
So they buying your sell your soul.
Well my friend, the thought of it.
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.
And they in their companion slaves.
Slaving through the night.
I know I can find my way
For out there is light
Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold.
Chase!
Run run run
Ay! ay! ay! ay!
Get them out, get them out!
Run dem away! (Chase!)
Ey!
And they say, it's part of it
So they buying your sell your soul
Well my friend, the thought of it
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold
While they in their companion slaves
Slaving through the night.
I know I can find my way
For there is light
Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold
And they'll say it;s a part of it.
So they buying your sell your soul.
Well my friend, the thought of it.
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.
While they in their companion slaves.
Slaving through the night.
Now I'll pave my way
And I'll pave it right
Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold
They'll still say it's a part of it!
So they buying your sell your soul.
Well my friend, the thought of it.
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.
And they in their companion slaves.
Slaving through the night.
I know I can find my way
For out there is light
Chase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold.
Chase!
Run run run
Ay! ay! ay! ay!
Get them out, get them out!
Run dem away! (Chase!)
