The jobs we have,
The life we live,
It’s not so bad,
It’s privilege.
Compared to those,
Those who don’t,
Don’t have work,
And who are broke.
The children starve,
The parents’ die,
The moneys gone,
The babies cry.
I wonder now,
Why life’s so hard
Why we can’t help,
Those who starve.
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There's a government whip
Cracked a across your back
Where the order of the day
Is don't listen attack
See the blood run down
In your bushwhacked town
Revolution is the gimmick
Of a jokerless clown
Another volley's just the the ammo
For the taxman's gun
Cracked a across your back
Where the order of the day
Is don't listen attack
See the blood run down
In your bushwhacked town
Revolution is the gimmick
Of a jokerless clown
Another volley's just the the ammo
For the taxman's gun