| I spent twenty-seven years in this factory
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| And the boss man says, 'hey you’re not what we need'
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| The penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed
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| It’s a solitary life when you’ve mouths to feed
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| But who cares about us?
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| Now I’m back on the streets
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| With my hands held shut
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| I’m a workingman without any work
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| Well is this the way it’s meant to be
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| Because I signed off for the American Dream
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| Now, I write my name to the welfare scheme
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| The money in the bank, well it’s history
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| So take me down to where the worlds collide
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| And leave me here 'til I’m satisfied
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| So let the Revolution begin
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| Now I drag these bones
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| 'Cross the barren land
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| Where once a city, now an outstretched hand
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| We can’t lose our sense of dignity
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| While the fat-faced cats lap up the cream
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| Another disappearing act falls up their sleeves
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| While the shirts on our back seek refugee
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| So take me down to where the worlds collide
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| And leave me here 'til I’m satisfied
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| 'Cause there’ll come a day
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| When all of us will show, we won’t be afraid
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| Although we’re crashing, we won’t burn
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| Let the Revolution, the revolution begin
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| I spent twenty-seven years in this factory
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| And the boss man says, 'hey you’re not what we need'
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| The penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed
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| It’s a solitary life when you’ve mouths to feed
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| So take me down to where the worlds collide
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| And leave me here 'til I’m satisfied
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| Do take me down to where the worlds divide
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| And leave me here I won’t compromise
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| 'Cause there’ll come a day
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| When all of us will show, we won’t be afraid
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| 'Cause from these ashes we will grow
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| So let the Revolution, the Revolution, the Revolution begin…
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| Begin… begin…begin…begin…begin |