| Free the people — don’t make em wait,
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| Pity the people don’t make a mistake,
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| Let go your pressmen, undo your press gangs,
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| Hold your head high make one honest stand.
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| Cos you know what they want,
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| And you’re here for the grace of God,
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| You send your generals to the front,
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| Any uprising will succumb to your guns.
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| You took free speech from the people that spoke,
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| Hungary is hungry and the people are broke,
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| Imperial Wizard — salt mine king,
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| What kind of state of mind must your state be in,
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| 'Cos you know what they want,
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| And you’re here for the grace of God,
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| You send your generals to the front,
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| Any uprising will succumb to your guns.
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| Too many people don’t feel like they’re free,
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| Your high ideals look the lowest too me,
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| Open your windows, let the sun shine on in,
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| There’s more to life than killing, killing, killing…
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| Cos you know what they want,
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| And you’re here for the grace of God,
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| You send your generals to the front,
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| Any uprising will succumb to your guns. |