Factory Blues
Name the machine, that pumps what you're due
That breaks itself in two
Non-chalantly, the bourgeoisie tool
Twists its bolts too loose
And I will fight for the right
To say, to say, to say
"Fuck you."
And I resign my right
I say, I say, I say
"Fuck you."
Name the machine, that gushes out hues
Reddened to Hell's fumes
His wine of life, flows through my fibres
One more fix to lose
And I will fight for the right
To say, to say, to say
"Fuck you."
And I resign my right
I say, I say, I say
"Fuck you."
That breaks itself in two
Non-chalantly, the bourgeoisie tool
Twists its bolts too loose
And I will fight for the right
To say, to say, to say
"Fuck you."
And I resign my right
I say, I say, I say
"Fuck you."
Name the machine, that gushes out hues
Reddened to Hell's fumes
His wine of life, flows through my fibres
One more fix to lose
And I will fight for the right
To say, to say, to say
"Fuck you."
And I resign my right
I say, I say, I say
"Fuck you."
Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Vlas
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