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There is a Syndicate
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor souls
And me, Oh God, I'm one
If I listened to myself
Lord I'd be home today
But I was young and foolish
Persuasive men led me astray
Go tell Natalie
Never do what we have done
To shun the Syndicate
They call the Rising Sun
My Mother, she was IMC
She taught me how to fight
My sweetheart he's a joker
Lord he had a poker face
Now the only thing the Syndicate needs
Is money and control
The only time they are satisfied
Is when they feel they won
We fill our chambers up with lead
And take our war to them
The only pleasure we get out of this
Is bringing another tyrant down
He's got one hand on the wheel
The other on the dial
They're flying back to the Frontier
On our own sacrifice
And us, we bring the havoc
To gain a life
I'm staying here to love him
Down in the Rising Sun
We're staying here to live our lives
Down in the Rising Sun