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Bread, Roses and Shit
01:44
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As you drag your sorry arse off out to work, do you ever stop to think why it fucking hurts? The labour you make is the money that they take. You break your back for the thinkers and the snakes. The dignity of labour, it never meant much to me. Were all trapped here together, trapped down here like fleas. With the unions gone, now its every man for himself. The nation of self is the nation of stolen wealth. When the sweat from your brow belongs to them, what we need is a workers syndicate.
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It Passes On
01:14
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My dad worked in the factory, now i work in the call centre. My dad, he can't work anymore, and i can barely work now. You're barely alive, we serve as slaves to a new autocracy. We beg and we strive, for the promise of a new monotony. Diminished our rights, now every day is a waste of time. It passes on, it passes on, it passes on. We have to try to help each other. To each according to his need. I want to be the last, and no one gets left, behind.
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The Septic Isle
01:52
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We're trapped on an island with sociopaths. Our elders and betters are on the attack. We're building a wall and we call it dignity, we burn our rights on the bonfire of security. Seal us in, concrete the walls. The world goes on without us. We think were so important. Know your place, you were born just to die. They want us to ask to be alive. Your privilege drips from every pore. Our lives get harder while we applaud. We live and work and die.
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Collaborator
01:28
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As the last light finally fails, and the drum beat falls away, do you ever think that it's the cowards that have doomed us all? You die a thousand times a day, and all your memories remain. Is there anything you won't sell just to get by? We take the risk, you take the piss. And now, you've 'enriched your life', but nothing really matters when you're barely alive. As the last picket line is crossed, and everyone of us counts the cost, can you really live with the animal that you've become? You've sold the ones you called friends, and it won't save you in the end. Will your thirty pieces of silver cleanse what you have done? We take the risk, you take the piss. But now, at the turn of the tide, the 'little people' will begin your demise.
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