| I love my employment, and I love my picket fence
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| love my little car, and I love the repayments
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| I pray this every night, give myself as sacrifice
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| brand me as a liar, don’t believe a word I say
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| where there’s a need there’ll be greed, prolls are gunna bleed
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| Blood death don’t forget the ivory
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| company used and abused, puppies on a lead
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| we are homo-machinery
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| The machine, we build high
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| keeps you fed, keeps you dry
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| the machine, sponsored lie
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| you’re misled, eat shit die
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| piglet in a suit, tolerate worker abuse
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| corporate backed research, sponsored facts on news reports
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| Don’t do delegate, union or confederate
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| money for misery, global market slavery
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| Fist full of bills buying Pils, got to stay alert
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| Grey suits as far as the eye can see
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| mind full of greed he will cheat
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| lost all sense of self worth
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| he becomes homo-machinery
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| The machine, we build high
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| keeps you fed, keeps you dry
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| the machine, sponsored lie
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| you’re misled, eat shit die
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| White collar virgin whores, lubricate with sweat and oil
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| big green Trojan horse, lures them in and keeps them fake
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| money is evil’s root, so is corporate personhood
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| evil’s temple has a name, calls itself the world bank
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| cogs grind the land in, demand ‘coz our wants are high
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| chew up all of the greenery
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| crush up another white, collar there’s a hundred more inline
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| they’re just homo-machinery
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| The machine, we build high
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| keeps you fed, keeps you dry
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| the machine, sponsored lie
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| you’re misled, eat shit die
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| red hands burn the Reichstag again
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| choice of the new European centurian
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| ease the discomfort of a suicidal grind
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| choice of the new american centurian |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Homo-Machinery , by - Angelspit. Song from the album Blood Death Ivory, in the genre Электроника