| Shun the system, shun the system, shun the system
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| Shun the system, shun the system, shun the system
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| Shun the system, shun the system, shun the system
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| While sons and daughters of the empire
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| Stained the map red, white and blue
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| Back at home the storm clouds thundered
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| Dole queues lengthened, unrest grew
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| 'Til the tides of fresh opinion
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| Washed away the world they knew
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| Exchange inhuman wrongs for human rights
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| This underdog not only barks, it bites
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| Take your partners for our civil war dance
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| Open season on the under worked and overpaid
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| Erase constitution, a bloody revolution
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| The simplest solution to the problems that they have made
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| Children of the urban third world
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| Breast fed lies and cathode rays
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| Speak their minds down party chat lines
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| They don’t have that much to say
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| Told nothing of the world we live in
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| Or that it will be their’s someday
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| This system cultivates our lust and greed
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| With anti-social insecurity
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| Take your partners for our civil war dance
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| Open season on the under worked and overpaid
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| Erase constitution, a bloody revolution
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| The simplest solution to the problems that they have made
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| Check, check, check, check the system
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| Check, check, check, check the system
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| The preacher tells us all that heaven waits
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| So pay your soul tax when you reach the gates
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| Livestock bred to feed the cannon
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| Hands grown hard with honest toil
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| Fuel the fires of mass rebellion
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| Hatred’s cauldron starts to boil
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| They fight for something they believe in
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| Not another nation’s oil
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| Britannia cowers in her public school
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| Once too often now she’s waived the rules
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| Take your partners for our civil war dance
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| Open season on the underworked and overpaid
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| Erase the constitution, a bloody revolution
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| The simplest solution to the problems that they have made |