Working Class Anthem
Your false truth your fake smiles
Your factory, poisoning air and sea
Your empty promises
Bullshit talk is the CEO's specialty
Corrupt politicians getting paid so the shareholders can sleep tight
Private guards, evil dogs, barb-wired paradise behind concrete walls
So we're singing the songs of the prolls
We might as well escape this Orwellian world
Putting our bodies upon their gear
Upon their wheels to stop the machine from working at all
Dethrone the emperors
Thought criminals hunted down by thought police
Common sense searched and ceased 'till no threat of freedom exist
So we're singing the songs of the prolls
We might as well escape this Orwellian world
Putting our bodies upon their gear
Upon their wheels to stop the machine from working at all
Dethrone the emperors
1935 the "Wagner Act", the biggest achievement of the labor force since the Great Depression 'till now
In the name of profit raping and ruining the land
Earth is expendable
Go back to the barricades time to prevent the catastrophe
In the name of profit, our blood is traded for oil
Life is expendable
Go back to the barricades on a class war against the aristocracy
An army of lawyers and death squads enforcing new business laws
Bullshitcoms, TV games, controlled media controlling the masses
They want you to be unaware that there is a class war
We will prevail
So we sing proletarian songs to break down the chains
So there will be masters no more
No more
Your factory, poisoning air and sea
Your empty promises
Bullshit talk is the CEO's specialty
Corrupt politicians getting paid so the shareholders can sleep tight
Private guards, evil dogs, barb-wired paradise behind concrete walls
So we're singing the songs of the prolls
We might as well escape this Orwellian world
Putting our bodies upon their gear
Upon their wheels to stop the machine from working at all
Dethrone the emperors
Thought criminals hunted down by thought police
Common sense searched and ceased 'till no threat of freedom exist
So we're singing the songs of the prolls
We might as well escape this Orwellian world
Putting our bodies upon their gear
Upon their wheels to stop the machine from working at all
Dethrone the emperors
1935 the "Wagner Act", the biggest achievement of the labor force since the Great Depression 'till now
In the name of profit raping and ruining the land
Earth is expendable
Go back to the barricades time to prevent the catastrophe
In the name of profit, our blood is traded for oil
Life is expendable
Go back to the barricades on a class war against the aristocracy
An army of lawyers and death squads enforcing new business laws
Bullshitcoms, TV games, controlled media controlling the masses
They want you to be unaware that there is a class war
We will prevail
So we sing proletarian songs to break down the chains
So there will be masters no more
No more
Credits
Writer(s): Radney Radnev
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