Well we altered the face of our city, yes we've often burned it down
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Is our union what we hoped for when our children hit the ground
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It's simply government and British soldiers out not who governs or unity now
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Or do you complain of what could happen if your favor isn't found
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It's not as plain as colonial rule no more so we've grown up with the times
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But it's as plain as coexistance not making something that binds
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Yes catholics were incriminated, tortured and opressed
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But we've agreed to talk now and we don't need bullet proof vests
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So give it up, it's time to go
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There'll be better jobs for us if we let it go
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So give it up, it's time to go
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Nobody wants to subsidise an economy that can't stand
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We kick our legs out from underneath us every time we raise a hand
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Well Good Friday every fucking where is burning in my mind
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But no accord can help the junkies with their kneecaps left behind
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There's no desired governance or subsidation left in toil
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Hell, they don't even want us now fed up with our turmoil
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True rebels never grow out of the hateful adolescent phase
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For to perpetuate rebellion you need blind incessant commitment through the maze
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We've concluded and refused to learn to assess or scrutinise
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A non functioning mind is clinically dead when your mind's made up it dies
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It's not the mastery of earth or wealth or leisure that is your contention
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But the privilege of taxable servitude you contend against you laymen
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Behave like fucking children every day on Downing Street
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Who can't concede to play along or even just to meet
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No this isn't a bold statement, ya wanna know how I know
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Whoever's celebrated a victory's always said I told ya so
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So look me in the fucking face when you point the barrel down
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No I don't need a prayer for me, just put the hammer down
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Time To Go
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