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Train leaves the city, high on the tracks |
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Holocaust central howling at my back |
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View from the carriage, safe blind glass |
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Woundeed streets of graveyard flats |
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Dishrag curtains, screams of disease |
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Satellite dish where the window should be |
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Breeze block prison, somebody's home |
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Looks like it's been hit by a neutron bomb |
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Jackie is a mother, doing her best |
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The kids ain't got a father |
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The motherfucker left |
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Bottom of the pyramid, economic slave |
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Working two jobs, for a minimum wage |
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Paying her taxes, paying her rent |
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Can't clothe the kids, 'cos the money's been spent |
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The kids are in care, system of abuse |
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What d'ya feel about yourself |
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When nobody wants you? |
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Culturecide |
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Culturecide |
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When your baby is crying, 'cos it's hungry and cold |
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And your wife wants to leave you, |
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'cos you haven't got a job |
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Will you shit on your brother, stab him in the back |
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You gotta survive man, by doing what you can |
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It's the new dark ages, every man for himself |
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Don't ask for mercy, don't ask for help |
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You need a will to power, a triumph of the will |
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Like the politicians/black magicians |
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Who do what they wilt |
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Elected criminals, legalized crime |
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Passing new laws, protecting their kind |
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Culturecide |
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Culturecide |
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Culturecide |
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Culturecide |
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Teenage drug gangs, running with machine guns |
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Miles of favelas up and down the M1 |
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Law of the jungle, ghetto mentality |
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Like Margaret Thatcher said |
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"There's no thing as society" |
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Free market credo, economic theology |
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High priest bankers, stealing your money (don't buy the lie) |
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Living like a refugee in your own country (don't buy the lie) |
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Living like a refugee in your own country |
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Culturecide |
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Living like a refugee in your own country [x4] |
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Take a look in your children's eyes [x4] |
