| There’s a training course
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| boys and girls of real ambition
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| start a new job in a factory
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| where they’re making ammunition
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| but it makes them think of stealing
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| when they read between the lines
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| through the owners of this funfair
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| you won’t find a ride you like
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| just get-a-job, get-a-job
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| manufacture rubbish
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| although no one can afford it
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| you could make a profit
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| more than anyone deserves
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| so you find you’re left with poison
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| so you dump it in our water
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| and so create the kind of problems
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| only radiation cures
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| through get-a-job, get-a-job
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| oh you young people are revolting
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| 8 to 5 should give the jolt needed
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| in a few years you won’t feel quite the same
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| you’ll be playing their get-a-job games
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| there’s a training camp when
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| you come from from saving nations
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| get a new job and a new leg
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| social rehabilitation
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| every time you thing of leaving
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| you get caught between the lines
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| it’s the training for the funfair
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| you get taken for a ride
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| you!
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| just get-a-job, get-a-job
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| just get-a-job, get-a-job
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| well it’s sing along time
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| it’s very easy
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| all you gotta sing is
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| stand down Margaret
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| because he son a lead da way
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| he son a lead da way
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| ya gotta understand as i will take it from the top
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| my body uptown sound, ya rankign sound
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| you gotta come around
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| awar
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| i say you rub it uptown and ya rub it downtown
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| you body sonna lead the way
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| Lord
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| i say you rub it all around, but you are gwarn like a clown
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| you body sonna lead the way
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| i tell you body uptown sound, yeah
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| ow, ow
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| tell you body unity sound yah
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| brrrr, ah
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| it’s love and unity, love and unity
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| it’s love and unity, awar
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| i said i see no joy
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| i see only sorry
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| i see no chance of your bright new tomorrow
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| so stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| i say stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| you tell me how can it work in this all white law
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| what a short sharp lesson,
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| what a third world war
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| oh stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| i say stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| i sometimes wonder if i’ll ever get the chance
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| just to sit with my children in a holiday jam
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| our lives seem petty in your gold grey hands
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| would you give a second thought
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| did you ever give a damn, i doubt it
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| stand down Margaret
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| everybody shout it
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| stand down margaret!
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| why? |
| why? |
| why?
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| 'cos say too much war in the city yeah
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| say too much war in the city, whoa
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| i tell ya i said a love and unity, the only way
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| and unity, the only way
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| yeah ya know,
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| you know what!
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| work, white law
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| short shock
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| world war
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| war, war, war, war, war
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| war, war, war, war, war
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| stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| i say stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| i say stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| sing along!
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| stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| louder!
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| stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| one more time!
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| stand down Margaret
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| stand down please
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| stand down Margaret
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| thank you, she heard ya! |