| «Though I may seem callous» cried old Thomas Malthus
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| «Paupers are better off dead
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| That we have to feed them is something we need
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| Like amusket shot straight through the head»
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| Not much of a smiler, our man Wat Tyler
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| Died for the working man’s fight
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| Was daring such treason, a justified reason
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| For ending his days with his head on a spike?
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| In order to see pearly factory gates
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| We all learn our places, pre-destined fates
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| God-fearing people with minimal goals
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| Led to the slaughter, tools with souls
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| Save us from hellfire
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| Save us from dancing the Brimstone Ballet
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| When the church and its leaders sought new ways to bleed us
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| It didn’t take them long to find
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| Fear of perdition beats nuclear fission
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| At making the mill-wheels grind
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| Ban contraception, a shrewd move says I
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| Plenty of slaves born to suffer and die
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| Say «go forth and multiply» when you want more
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| When you’ve too many just send them to war
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| History’s wounds will not heal overnight
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| They pray for my soul as they set me alight
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| Remember the maxim «Arbeit Macht Frei»
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| Thought up by a christian with God on his side
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| It’s a hell made by christians with God on their side
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| The work goes on in Babylon
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| Enslaving us from birth
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| With promises of paradise
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| They’ve made a hell on earth
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| Save us from hellfire
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| Save us from dancing the Brimstone Ballet
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| Well I think that Satan was God’s best creation
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| He’s kept him in business for years
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| It’s not common sense making mankind repent
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| But eternal damnation it fears
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| They’re not slow to realise, they know every trick
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| Drive human donkeys with God on a stick
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| Tom Torquemada he sings like a dream
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| Lucretia Borgia plays lead tambourine
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| In order to see pearly factory gates
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| We all learn our places, pre-destined fates
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| God-fearing people with minimal goals
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| Led to the slaughter, tools with souls
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| Save us from hellfire
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| Save us from dancing the Brimstone Ballet |