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What war? Class war!
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What war? Well it’s class war! You starve the city to feed the poor.
RIOT!
A nation built on borrowed cash, the public pay the price.
Now you’re clogging up the drain, watch the system die.
This is British politics, fifty shades of pain.
People living hand to mouth ‘cos that’s the Tory way.
Broken lives are advertised, yet no one can redeem.
The wolves are wearing suits and ties and swallowing your dreams.
The country on the breadline, yet the bankers get their raise.
High class living, fancy cars; the rest of you are slaves.
Poverty, liberty, we’ll take it to the streets.
Corrupted is our government, drowning in deceit.
This is Thatcher’s politics, so read between the lies.
Dirty fucking fingers in dirty fucking pies.
Squeezing every drop from the pockets of the skint.
For the greater benefit? You know it fucking int!
Lining big fat wallets with the silver from the poor.
Taking all your benefits and asking you for more.
What war? Class war! Starve the city, feed the poor.
What war? Class war! Starve the city, feed the poor.
What war? Class war! Starve the city, feed the poor.
What war? Class war! Starve the city, feed the poor.
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Destruction in disguise
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Who the fuck is listening? We do nothing but complain.
The more we shout and scream; the more it stays the same.
The world it burns around us; pain, suffering and death.
I hear its final whimper; I hear its final breath.
Corporations build weaponry; whole world pays the price.
In the name of freedom? Destruction in disguise!
Governments will ride us; like cattle we are born.
Unless you take the power back? The system’s overdrawn!
Destruction in disguise!
You deal in human lives.
Destruction in disguise!
You’re never civilised.
Too much information; it will drive us all insane.
We’re the ones that see it; it’s them that feel the pain.
Problem felt, a problem halved, is that the better way?
Better off just ignorant and living day-to-day.
Corporations build weaponry; whole world pays the price.
In the name of freedom? Destruction in disguise!
Governments will ride us; like cattle we are born.
If we don't take the power back? The system’s overdrawn!
Destruction in disguise!
You deal in human lives.
Destruction in disguise!
You’re never civilised.
Destruction, destruction.
Destruction in disguise!
Destruction, corruption.
Destruction in disguise!
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