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System, system, system - death in life |
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System, system, system - the surgeons knife |
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System, system, system - hacking at the cord |
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System, system, system - a child is born |
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Poor little fucker, poor little kid |
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Never asked for life, no she never did |
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Poor little baby, poor little mite |
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Crying out for food as her parents fight (x2) |
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System, system, system - send him to school |
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System, system, system - force him to crawl |
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System, system, system - teach him how to cheat |
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System, system, system - kick him off his feet |
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Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad |
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They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad |
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Poor little kiddy, poor little chap |
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They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap |
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Force feed his mind with their useless crap |
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System, system, system - they'll teach her how to cook |
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System, system, system - they'll teach her how to look |
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System, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks |
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System, system, system - create another victim for their |
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Greasy pricks |
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Poor little girly, poor little wench |
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Another little object to prod and pinch |
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Poor little sweety, poor little filly |
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They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly |
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Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly |
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System, system, system - he's grown to be a man |
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System, system, system - He's been taught to fit the plan |
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System, system, system - forty years of jobs |
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System, system, system - Pushing little buttons, |
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Pulling little knobs |
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Poor fucking worker, poor little serf |
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Working like a mule for half of what he's worth |
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Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent |
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Working for the cash that he's already spent (x2) |
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He'll selling his life, she's his loyal wife |
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Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house |
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He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar |
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She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals |
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Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait |
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But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime |
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He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day |
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Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts |
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They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break |
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Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford |
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She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car |
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They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show |
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He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk |
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He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay |
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He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead |
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She's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice |
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System, system, system - deprived of any hope |
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System, system, system - taught they couldn't cope |
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System, system, system - slaves right from the start |
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System, system, system - til death do them part |
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Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair |
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Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care |
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Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks |
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Victims of the system and its cruel jokes (x2) |
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The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home |
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They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb |
