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You studied the rules, you carried the stone
You built up the castle but you're sleeping alone
You waited in line, you have paid every fee
Staring at the lock, but they hid the real key
The paperwork piles, the corridors whined
Designed to ensure that you're falling behind
You think it's a ladder, you think it's a race
But the stairs are just painted right onto the face
The ink is all dry, the verdict is signed
The merit you brought left completely behind
You're knocking on marble, you're knocking on wood
Finding out the system's working the way it should
It isn't what you do, it isn't what you show!
The only thing that matters is: Who do you know?
(Who do you know? Who do you know?)
Standing in the rain while closed circles glow!
The only thing that matters is: Who do you know?
(Who do you know? Who do you know?)
They stomp out the fire, they lock up the door
Leaving all outsiders begging all over the floor
The velvet is heavy, the whispers are light
They trade all the favors in the dead of the night
A nod in the hallway, a wink at the bar
That's how they decide who is going so far
The stamps and the forms, the endless delay
Are just a machine meant to keep you away
The club is restricted, the borders are drawn
You're playing the knight, but you're only the pawn
The ink is all dry, the verdict is signed
The merit you brought is nothing in the design
You're knocking on the door, you're knocking your head
Finding out the system doesn't care if you get ahead
It isn't what you do, it isn't what you show!
The only thing that matters is: Who do you know?
(Who do you know? Who do you know?)
Standing in the rain you're left out in the cold!
The only thing that matters is: Who do you know?
(Who do you know? Who do you know?)
They stomp out the fire, they close down the range
Drowning the hopeful keep them begging for change
We knock on the glass, we stare through the pane
Watching them dance in the dry, out the rain
A beautiful club, a perfect closed loop
While the rest of us drown in bureaucratic soup
It was never about talent
It was never about grace
Just another lie
Thrown straight in the face
Who do you know?
(Just a name on a list...)
Who do you know?
(If you're not in the room, you just cease to exist...)
Who do you know?
Who do you know?