| Big Macs for the fat, lo-cal wraps for the call centre battery hens
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| Japanese snacks for the choice-spoilt citizens, caviar kickbacks for the
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| citadel denizens
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| Airport shoeshines servicing the suits among the little silver stereos and
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| hand-rolled cheroots
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| First class passengers file on last after the scum are packed in with their
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| tax-free loot
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| Checkout calamity, you’re cheated out of loyalty points, ten more years at this
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| joint you’d be home & dry
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| Beggars beat round the cash machines but you just slip between them with the
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| usual lie
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| Terrible tales of kidnapped kids keep you focused on the family and filling up
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| the fridge
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| Neighbourhood watchers shop dole dodgers, stick their semis on the market &
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| start racking up the bids
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| Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think is right
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| So your useless contribution will be remembered?
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| If you’re asking me I say no, surrender
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| Constant growth the cancerous cure, a swarming race of profiteers ensure
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| Cheap cars for the rich, cheap lives for the poor, cheap weeks in the sun,
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| free drinks at the door
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| Puerile propaganda plugs up the TV, keep folk following the money so they’ll
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| never be free
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| Keep them swallowing the swill, the celebrities, the paedophiles,
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| the immigrants invading from the
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| Camp over the hill
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| War talk, the big debate, footsoldiers in the capitol liberating new kinds of
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| hate
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| Cum-shots of human dots caught in the spotlight’s glare; |
| he dies who dares
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| Fatuous fast-trackers sneering at the shelf-stackers, little Middle-Englanders
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| can’t stand the backpackers
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| Fortress Freedom, come on in, take your chances-you might win
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| Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think is right
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| So your useless contribution will be remembered?
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| If you’re asking me I say no, surrender
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| Sunset beaches security patrolled, keep out the undesirables who won’t accept
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| the code
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| Equal opportunity to live in total poverty, execute the ignorant incarcerate
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| the slow
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| Car caressing managers choking up the avenues, brain dead patriots standing in
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| salute
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| Paperwork raining again and again so that billionaires can claim there’s an
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| enemy to shoot
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| Pill pushers, doorsteppers, personal goal shoppers, lifestyle trendsetters,
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| meditating mindbenders
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| Hare-brained share sellers pumping out stocks til you’re choking on a
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| chain-letter avalanche of dross
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| God squads crawling through every country tracking down fools who are bullshit
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| hungry
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| Blinded by divinity followers fall into the man-traps set along the Wailing Wall
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| Athletes compete in grand charades while tanks flatten streets and a nation
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| laughs
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| Visa holders gape at the changing guards while creeps bribe bums to take their
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| photographs
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| Film fans flock to the latest schlock, blockbusters block out even the vaguest
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| thought
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| Bankrupt schools grind out fool after fool then feed them to a system where
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| idiots rule
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| Polling booths, phone votes, bogus questionnaires, you get a say as if anybody
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| cares
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| Joe Public doesn’t want to play so liquidate his life as he looks the other way
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| Don’t get sick, don’t get wise or they’ll gut you with a jistice where
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| everything is lies
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| March down Main Street, complain if you want but it’s twenty years straight for
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| the losers at the front
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| If you’re asking me I say no, surrender |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No, Surrender., artist - Justin Currie. Album song No, Surrender., in the genre Иностранный рок