So drawn? I warm to the fire in their hearts
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This ain't romantic gesturing
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It's a hand to head the charge
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To the indifference of the preening, idle rich
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Such champions are cancerous, tumours in the gut
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of affluent bliss
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Why let these scab observers tag them trouble-makers?
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It's naive? You're on a leash.
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This is the cure for their common complaint [x2, second time scream]
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Ditch the gullibility
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Strike 'til the green runs dry
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bring them to their knees
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Or squander as they thrive
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Reject the cure for their common complaint [x2, second time scream]
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On break,
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Agitate!
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Hoist those standards, arm in arm
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Walk the walk and talk the talk
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Agitate! Agitate! Agitate!
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Cure For The Common Complaint
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| Napalm Death |
