2008 by Brain Failure
You have won the Olympic game 'cos you got lot of money to pay!
But how much you gonna pay for me all the people
Under the table.
Every time I out of my practice place, take bus back home so far away
Killing me oh my baby killing me oh my stomach
hope my dream is not so far away
Many time I walking on the street, See the workers hang out on the street
You said you have won the Olympic but how you gonna pay for the workers
Suicide value in 2008