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Women / Shaved Women / You Pay / Heard Too Much About
Fuck is womens money.
We pay with our bodies.
There is no purity in our love.
No beauty. Just bribery.
It's all the fucking same.
We make soldiers with our submission.
Wars with our isolation.
Fuck is womens money.
We pay with our bodies.
There no purity in motherhood.
No beauty. Just bribery.
It's all the fucking same.
We are all slaves to sexual histories.
Our awareness of whoredom can be release.
War is mens money.
They pay with their bodies.
There is no purity in that game,
Only blood, death and bribery.
It's all the fucking same.
But we've got the power.
Don't just stand there and take submission on the strength of fear.
FIGHT WAR, NOT WARS
Shaved women collaborators
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Shaved women collaborators
Shaved women are they traitors?
Dead bodies all around
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Shaved women instigators
Shaved women are they traitors?
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Shaved women shooting dope
Shaved women disco dancing
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Shaved women collaborators
Shaved women are they traitors?
Shaved women all around
Screaming babies
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Screaming babies
Shaved women instigators
Shaved women are they traitors?
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Shaved women shooting dope
Shaved women disco dancing
Screaming babies
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In all our decadence people die
In all our decadence people die
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In all our decadence people die
In all our decadence people die, etc
You're paying for prisons.
You're paying for war.
You're paying for lobotomies.
You're paying for law.
You're paying for their order.
You're paying for their murder.
Paying for your ticket
To watch the farce.
Knowing you've made you're contribution
To the systems fucked solution,
To their political pollution.
No chance of revolution.
No chance of change.
You've got no range.
Don't just take it.
Don't take their shit.
Don't' play their game.
Don't take their blame.
USE YOUR OWN HEAD.
Your turn instead.
It's not apologise. It's not economise.
It's not make do. It's not pull through.
It's not take it. It's not make it.
It's not just you. It's not madmen.
It's not difficult. It's not behave.
It's not, oh well, just this once.
It's fucking impossible.
It's fucking unbearable.
It's fucking stupid.
FUCKING STUPID
Heard too much about. Heard too much about.
Heard too much about. Heard too much about.
I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto,
Heard too much about the working class motto.
People in the ghetto.
How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street,
Racialist poor against the racialist elite.
Heard too much about.
A million people in factory and office,
Aware there's something missing, but living with their losses.
Working class motto.
There's no fight to get where they'd rather be,
Only the accepting of dependency.
Wait in the shop, for what you ain't got,
Lying on the beaches for the social elite.
Working 9 to 4, revolved around more,
Fear, guilt, abuse, love and moral truth.
War in your bedroom, bodies in your fridge,
Domestic violence, the tomb you dig.
Heard too much about.
Rules for survival, rules that they wrote,
Thinking it's your freedom when it's rammed down your throat.
On the boundary, choose your family,
Choose what school, no choice at all.
Choose what church, it allow you to hurt,
Choosing your power, is choosing your hour
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