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Words and music by |
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Roddy Frame |
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Well you can get grades, toe the line, |
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Keep your behind above the water in the meantime, |
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Join the corporate pyramid, |
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I couldn't blame you if you did, |
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Until you sell out your brother while your sister falls, |
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Playin' daddy, doing the company crawl, |
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You don't deserve your daughter's kiss, |
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I know it's sad, |
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That's how it is. |
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Well, uptown there's been more than an oilspill, |
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Another woman beaten, raped, blood spilled, male hate, |
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The paper's couldn't wait, racism, sell this. |
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Well there's excusin' in what |
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I'm saying, |
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It's just that there's a million colours praying, |
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For real justice. |
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That's how it really is. |
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You just get born, keep on keepin' on, |
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Defend yourself against the worries, |
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Try and have fun. |
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Party on until your number's picked, |
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But beware cos the fight is fixed, |
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It was them but it could be you next, |
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Paranoia saves lives, |
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So if you wanna exist, |
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Get your head round this... |
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That's how it is. |