Theres always been a pattern of struggle and defeat Never that cycle incomplete Never enough to tip the scales Too many people rotting in jails Or bloodied on the battlefields The history books from every age Have the same words written on every page Always starting with Revolution And ending with Capitulation Always silenced by the truncheon Or bought out with concessions Always repetition... Repetition... repetition... repetition... (Repeat) Im the boss of the factory Im in charge of the U.K.C. Shopfloor workers run and fetch As I sit around and smugly watch And the process makes me stinking rich Were all links in the factory chain And the chain grows longer day by day And whilst were apart The process wont stop Repetition... repetition... repetition... (Repeat) But were kept apart by philosophies And moral stances and policies Well be stuck in our own little ghettos forever Til we start to work together Together... Together... Together... Together in the open or together in our little heaven? Fighting for total change, or working for concessions? Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given? Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission? Even though we disagree we share a common enemy Our methods may not be the same But together we can break the chain Different aims, different means, with common ground in between Dont sit back, its time to act This life is ours, lets snatch it back Even though we disagree we share a common enemy Our methods may not be the same But together we can break the chain Different aims, different means, with common ground in between Dont sit back, its time to act This life is ours, lets snatch it back The time has come to make a choice Stop taking orders from His Masters Voice! https://youtube/watch?v=VXllT4EsRmE
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 17:57:13 +0000