This country tells us that we're down and out,
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Got you thinking that we're through.
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Got to suffer to get us moving,
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Say it's up to me and you.
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Well, look around and you'll see who gets the goods, not you or me.
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Cause they ain't suffering, no, not for us,
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They're masquerading like pissers must.
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They abuse us, keep us right underfoot,
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With the illusions of contentment and good.
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Well, it's not over, war's still around
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And they've got no problem when you're underground.
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G's Song
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