| Because trash like you will never have
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| The means with which to live
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| In any modicum of luxury
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| Or vague derivative
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| Of comfort don抰 stray beyond your class
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| You抣l never crack this ceiling made of glass
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| Just live to work and then expire
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| Keep your mouth shut you might retire
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| With something more then debts
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| Stretched far beyond your means
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| Pledge allegiance
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| To the corporate machines
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| Don抰 you dare step out of line
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| Everything will be just fine
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| But you抎 better mind your place
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| Just learnt to be a good consumer
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| You抮e now a number
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| You抳e no longer got a face
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| Let my anger be my declaration
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| My dissent my participation
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| Resistance isn抰 any use
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| Just consume, obey and reproduce
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| The next working class who抣l shoulder
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| Your burden of despair
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| Your empty cries for a living wage
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| Our system doesn抰 care we don抰 care
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| That our system won抰 provide
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| For public health
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| We don抰 care that your left
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| Out in the cold all by yourself
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| We don抰 care |