| They wanna get my arse in gear and make a contribution
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| If i don’t then i’m gonna feel the wrath of retribution
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| Don’t wanna ask for 'more'
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| A distraction to the door of freedom, liberty, rejection of their law
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| You revel in self-glory thinking the battle has been won
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| A product of your history but we can steal it from your sons
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| Masked up and hooded we raise a clenched fist
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| State politics of hypocrites respond like terrorists
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| With a shot to the top this method will rock
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| Sowing the seeds of discontent the structure will rot
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| Light the fuse, stop the abuse
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| 'round their neck they wear a tie but soon they’ll wear a noose
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| Yes we have hunger
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| No place to shelter
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| Keeping us in purdah
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| Time to say 'basta'
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| Increase the pressure
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| Reject the power
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| You sit on top of a mountain built on misery and suffering
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| Your lofty throne will fall and heads will come down rolling
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| Work the slave-driver, evict the landowner
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| The army’s coming to town to restore the bossman’s order
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| True colours now you show
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| Your might want to stop the flow
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| The battle may be lost today
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| But the war we’ll win tomorrow
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| Cos we are many and we are one
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| They stare into our eyes down the barrel of a gun
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| Yes we have hunger
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| No place to shelter
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| Living in purdah
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| Witness to the murder |