You have this life, what for? Tell me.
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Spend it on shit, your ignorance appals me.
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You serve me your morals, changed for a fiver,
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Upright citizen, Penthouse subscriber.
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You won't print the word, but you'll beat up the wife,
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In your ignorant, arrogant, terminal life.
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You have this life, you deprive me of mine,
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With your twisted, imbalanced idea of sin.
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That revolves around money; how much are you bought for?
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A tenner, a fiver, is that what you're caught for?
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I'm sick of your pride, you think you can rule me,
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With crappy judgement from your respectable majority.
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Majority of what? You self oppressed idiot,
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I'm not going to carry you, I'm no compatriot.
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How many times do I excuse and forgive
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The damage inflicted by the way that you live?
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I hold my vision against your oppression,
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Your final defence, your only possession.
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I'll show you the blood, but you'll still point the gun,
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If the money's enough, or can you show you're a man?
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To your submissive wife, desperate whore,
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Home loving, mothering, stifling bore.
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You have this life, you twist and abuse it,
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Morals and money and media controls it.
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Can't you see the dead children, blood in the street?
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Every fist that you raise is a corpse at your feet.
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Every time you are bought, I don't care the amount,
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You are the rapist, dealing in death count.
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And you do this with mercenary morals, you shit,
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Oh, you've been told about dignity down in the pit.
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Respectable working man, honourable wife?
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A waste of energy and an insult to life.
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Upright Citizen
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