296 (06.05.2015)

When all your precious blood's been syphoned off
When all around have lost their own sweet minds,
When we can't get our heads out of the trough
And cannot lift ourselves off our behinds,
Then perhaps we deserve the fate we get.
If we're too fat and lazy to protest
If we don't try because we're scared to sweat
Then isn't subjugation for the best?
Maybe we need someone to tell us how,
And when and where and which and what and who
And maybe we need someone to allow,
Us all to do the things we want to do.
Oh man, oh man break off your slavish chains,
To start to fight, just rearrange your brains.





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