| Dear overseer,
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| It’s ages since you graced my pages,
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| But this shit goes in stages,
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| How the machine rages,
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| I’ve got a spanner for your works,
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| Whole patches of industry,
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| I’ve got no manners for you jerks,
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| You wouldn’t listen to me.
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| An Eco friendly emblem on a petrol station,
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| Like a fucking referendum for a queen without a nation,
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| Lies about land rights,
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| Build uranium mines, avoiding millions in tax,
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| You’ve never paid a fine.
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| When, in the ear of our leaders, to start a war like that,
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| If we don’t know who were fighting, well then we won’t fight back,
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| So I’m calling you out,
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| To let you know we know,
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| Your branding shines like gold,
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| And hides the shit below.
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| Ever thought that’s why Jordan is no politics major,
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| Because he can’t stand the thought of his slaves in asia,
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| Who puts a B-boy and a surfer in the same ad break?
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| I beat the real thing, because it’s so fucking fake.
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| He tells a pack of lies and then tries to murder the truth,
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| He’s just the same two guys, who tell you all the news,
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| And who’s that chimpanzee, straight out a western movie,
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| And here come little Johnny wanna be his deputy,
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| The world is cleft you see,
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| Made to fight one another,
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| Economic big brother operating deep cover,
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| So Im calling you out,
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| To let you know we know,
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| Your branding shines like gold,
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| And hides the shit below,
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| Because everything is really not okay,
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| Despite the forecast of another beautiful grey,
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| I mean a beautiful day,
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| Blessed optimism,
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| A few more companies are killing off their competition,
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| Even blackouts couldn’t make these devils sto-op and listen,
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| A rat race, that’s disgraced and should not be forgiven,
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| It’s not your pipe to piss in,
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| So there’s a price to pay,
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| Whilst burning you’ll be thinking about it everyday,
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| The gap gets greater,
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| And so I’d watch your step,
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| Once slip and there goes your neck,
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| Sleep with a sweat,
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| There’s too many now looking for your downfall,
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| In the eighties all they thought about was how tall,
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| Could a corp climb higher than a star sign,
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| Make money marry money,
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| And make more money,
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| Mankind suckered out like a bloodthirsty vampire,
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| They call you citizens upstanding,
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| But we call you damn liars,
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| Image built brand empires all targets,
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| We’ll «boycott attack» and defame just for starters,
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| Press charges? |
| And bring your lawyers to the table?
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| But the tables are turning so get out while your able,
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| SAMPLE
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| «I love convenience, I love corporations because they give me convenience.
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| I I i-saw on the news that there’s all these people trying to stop these
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| corporations spread the convenience.
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| And that’s err. |
| that’s why we’ve got to help the developing nations get their
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| mc’donalds, get their 7/11s,
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| ahmean they haven’t even tasted the goodness yet man.»
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| END
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| Whilst ever there’s oppression up will rise dissent,
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| Seen through every century, the anger finds a vent,
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| US forces — Just like WWF,
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| Iraq’s getting body-slammed — By george dubya’s best,
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| Keep pushing till the point comes — Where the people have had enough
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| And disillusion cause of ills — That are struck or are corrupt,
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| Can’t trust a cop, a politician or a tv set,
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| Now everyone’s upset,
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| And yet they still forget,
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| Forget facts,
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| Remember brands,
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| We get jacked,
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| But bite our hand,
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| The media is on crack,
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| And (they) hide our heads in the sand,
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| Now every Woman and Man,
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| Sing your favourote theme song,
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| That catchy jingle,
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| Opposite to what really goes on,
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| Our movement’s strong,
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| We’re going from strength to strength,
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| Your fradgulant future’s — Something that we can prevent
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| We’ve come to cause a dissonance — Within your picket fence
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| If you still say dismissing your staff’s — Good business sense,
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| More protesters will die,
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| As more companies collapse,
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| So we’re questioning the false wisdom — Lying behind that.
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| Shout to the people — To stand against this crap,
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| And revolutionaries who act with beats and raps. |