Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Well you can get grades, toe the line,
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Keep your behind above the water in the meantime,
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Join the corporate pyramid,
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I couldn't blame you if you did,
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Until you sell out your brother while your sister falls,
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Playin' daddy, doing the company crawl,
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You don't deserve your daughter's kiss, I know it's sad,
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That's how it is.
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Well, uptown there's been more than an oilspill,
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Another woman beaten, raped, blood spilled, male hate,
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The paper's couldn't wait, racism, sell this.
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Well there's excusin' in what I'm saying,
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It's just that there's a million colours praying,
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For real justice.
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That's how it really is.
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You just get born, keep on keepin' on,
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Defend yourself against the worries,
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Try and have fun.
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Party on until your number's picked,
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But beware cos the fight is fixed,
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It was them but it could be you next,
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Paranoia saves lives,
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So if you wanna exist,
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Get your head round this...
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That's how it is.
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How It Is
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