(I don't have to tell you things are bad,
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everyone knows it; it's a depression.
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Crowds are running wild in the streets,
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but nobody anywhere seems to know
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what to do with them
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-- now listen ...
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You know the air is unfit to breath
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, our food is unfit to eat.
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We know things are bad,
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worse than bad; T
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hey're crazy,
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it's like everything everywhere
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is going crazy
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so we don't go out anymore.
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We sit in the house and slowly
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the world we're living in is getting smaller
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and all we say is
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"Please ... at least leave us alone in our living room."
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All I know is
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that first we've got to get mad ...
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You've got to say
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"I'm a human being GOD DAMN IT!
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-- my life has value!"
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I want you to get up right now
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I want you to get up now
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I want all of you to get up out of your chairs
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I want you to get up right now
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I want you to get up right now
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I want you to get up now
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I want all of you to get up out of your chair
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s -- I want you to get up right now
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and go to the window,
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open it and stick your head out and yell ...
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"I'M AS MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANY MORE!" )
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Summer UK '93
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Controlled substances in hand
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Flash photos on location
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Final end solution
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Road block
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Cash from chaos received
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This sun burns more than you believe
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The smell of C.S. gas
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Confusion of the mass
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Cold sweat
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Warning
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Out of control
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You know we know
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Turning your face away
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But where to go
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Shake it down by any means
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You know you've seen this all before
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Broken words from loud hailers
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Hands raised in the air
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And no tune
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Armed surveillance last dance
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Sparks fly at the first glance
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Helpless face within the flame
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First purge of the new game
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Crass press
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Warning
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| The Levellers |
