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The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume They'll try to push drugs Keep us all dumbed down and hope that We will never see the truth around (So come on) Another promise, another scene, another A package not to keep us trapped in greed With all the green belts wrapped around our minds ...and endless red tape to keep the truth confined (So come on) They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious Interchanging mind-control come let the Revolution take its toll if you could Flick the switch and open your third eye, you'd see that We should never be afraid to die (So come on) Rise up and take the power back, it's time that The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that Their time is coming to an end, we have to Unify and watch our flag ascend (So come on) They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious (So come on) (Oi) x3 (Oi) x4 (Oi) x4 They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious (So come on) (Oi) x4 |
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Money men mill about Monday morning
Another new nothing and never nearer Assumed at the cost that it's currently costing I dare don't dig any deeper down I don't have the head space. I don't understand all the figures and facts It'll spin round till I start panic attacking But there's one curve ball that states my soul Let me live out life and I'll stay in control. You take that away, I'll never get dressed Money men milling in, Monday morning I will go spend, or I will raise warning I'm nothing but me and mine, so. Yeah I've been and gone With who knows who Doing God knows what Don't tell me how I'll return at any hour Fuck all your law, fuck your power. Yeah I've been and gone With who knows who Doing God knows what Don't tell me how I'll return at any hour Fuck all your law, fuck your power. My name's magic and it's mud I do bad things, but I can't rob They don't buy anything, they watch it See, for their time is the commodity The gap between art and artists grows I'll never know why I ever wrote this prose I write this rubbish, but believe you me I've just never been keen on tasting redness But put the orange suit on Shackle my ankles I couldnt take that, I'd be fucking... [Get it Off!] Yeah I've been and gone With who knows who Doing God knows what Don't tell me how I'll return at any hour Fuck all your law, fuck your power. Yeah I've been and gone With who knows who Doing God knows what Don't tell me how I'll return at any hour Fuck all your law, fuck your power. I don't promote no violence But if you all get carted off Boys will be boys, toys'll get tossed Bang me up, right and rough I'm not a people beater but If that law gets made up, I may Show me the cross, and I'll take it on Show me the cross, and I'll take it on I don't promote no violence But if you all get carted off Boys will be boys, toys'll get tossed Bang me up, right and rough I'm not a people beater but If that law gets made up, I may Show them the cross, and I'll take it on Show them the cross, and I'll take it on (Don't go! No!) Tell me what you want Tell me what you want Tell me what you want Tell me what you want Tell me what you want Tell me what you want Tell me what you want Tell me what you want Yeah I've been and gone With who knows who Doing God knows what Don't tell me how I'll return at any hour Fuck all your law, fuck your power. Yeah I've been and gone With who knows who Doing God knows what Don't tell me how I'll return at any hour Fuck all your law, fuck your power. |
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