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Kill him, he's a socialist sir!
In order to ensure the freedom socialism prevents
We'll make you vote for two similar parties
No change of events
Know we'll engineer your consent
Ah, the mythical, miracle, cynical, criminal
The greatest leader you've ever seen
A propaganda machine
News articles, chat shows, magazines
People love it when there's blood on their screen
It's the rise of thе planet of the proletariatic
Am I lеftist? Revolutionary? Or fanatic?
Big man, middle man, dancing on the little man
I don't promote war
We'll massacre your Parliament
Take your great British flags to the cliffs of Dover
Throw 'em in the Channel when it's over
And your bourgeois battalions in Range Rovers
Can go and 'tut, tut' while we print our posters there
Nobody cares we'll fucking build a new Jerusalem in Parliament Square
Kill him, he's not one of us boy
I see a nation of scared little kids
To there, I see the birth of a Troy
Stick 'em up with a nine-to-five
Leave the skilled alive and make 'em work 'til they die
Proper operation for the few, fuck you!
I see the bones of an international coup
What you gonna do when the troves of the working scum
Make a unified decision to go bite your own thumb?
And if the lovely little folks on the hill
Their will to not acknowledge they're at all responsible
Because they're so fucking passive when they kill
It's not a gun, it's a bloody university skill! (Ow)
Death to the communist sir, that's a dirty word
We'll make the fuckers under 30 hurt (ah)
Gotta tell you I got something to be
Do whatever the fuck makes you happy
That fucking easy
Life, liberty, pursuit of cash
Don't let the cyclical poverty ever hold you back
I'm holding back, before I have a heart attack
Not a rat race, a double marathon and you're last regardless
We don't want a welfare state, no way