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Retail Therapy
04:08
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Comma-See Comma-Buy
What ya waiting for?
Comma-See Comma-Buy
What are you waiting for?
We’re open 24/7
Comma-See Comma-Buy
So be quick be clever
Comma-See Comma-Buy
Comma-See Comma-Buy
What ya waiting for?
Comma-See Comma-Buy
What are you waiting for?
We’re open 24/7
Greetings at the door
With Promises of Heaven
Comma-See Comma-Buy
Buy Buy Buy Buy Buy Buy………
Comma-See Comma-Buy
Comma-See Comma-Buy
Comma-See Comma-Buy
Buy Buy Buy Buy Buy Buy………
Comma-See Comma-Buy
Comma-See Comma-Buy
Comma-See Comma-Buy
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2. |
Copyright Cartel
02:36
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Litigation’s western Joy
A manufactured eastern toy
Intellectual property
How very dare you copy me
A patent on humanity
A trademark on your destiny
Intellectual property
How very dare you copy me
Privatize
Privatize
Privatize
Privatize
Privatize
Privatize
Intellectual property
How very dare you copy me
Copyright technology
Copyright mythology
Locking down our history
Privatized biology
Privatized ecology
Manufactures poverty
Litigation is a bore
Copyleft and change the law
A partial facsimile’s
Not intellectual property
Socialize
Socialize
Socialize
Socialize
Socialize
Socialize
A partial facsimile’s
Not intellectual property
Don’t hesitate to copy me
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3. |
Fat Cat
04:00
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There’s a Fat Cat living on the hill
A Fat Cat playing with its kill
There’s a Fat Cat looking for a thrill
And there’s a big fat cheque for the broker of the deal
Fat Cat
You want your face on the dollar bill
And a paw in every till
You’re impossible to fill
Yet there’s a big fat cheque for the broker of the deal
Fat Cat
Never wants to share
Now there’re leeches everywhere
You’re losing all your hair
Some might say that’s nature being fair
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4. |
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How’d we get so in debt to you?
Will our children murder you?
Generations back to back
Of never ending aristocrats
Genocide Blues
Nothing to lose
Money whores at the doors
Educational corridors
Go to church you must repent
Shut your mouths and pay your rent
Genocide Blues
Nothing to lose
Crazy Yanks, Zombie banks
Looney English, Selling tanks
Viva la difference has been destroyed
And all the children are paranoid
Genocide Blues
Genocide Blues
So here we are once again
Left with nothing to defend
7 billion in dismay are killed for profit everyday
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5. |
Message to Whiteman
03:32
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How long ya gonna have it your way?
How long we gonna be your dogs?
Sick of sleeping in your corporate doorway
With a hole in the pocket leaking all the time.
How long you gonna have it your way?
How long we gonna be your slaves ?
Sick of sweeping out the corporate for-way
With a hole in the pocket leaking all the time
Folks going under whilst shoes are getting shined
The worlds a whore in the pocket bleeding all the time
Gods going off his rocker because he’s sick of being fined
We’re all sick of being broke.
How long will you have it your way?
White-man come crashing down
International workers march on May-Day
With a hole in the pocket leaking all the time
Folks going under while shoes are getting shined
A hole in the pocket leaking all the time
And we’re all sick of being broke
And sick of being fined
And sick of being broke…..
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6. |
Language
03:27
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Singularity
A harsh reality
Nothing left to speak
Silence is a freak
Language ain’t a friend of mine no more
Language ain’t a friend of mine
Words hide behind their letters.
No Musicality
No physicality
A solitary state
Can’t communicate
Language ain’t a friend of mine no more
Language ain’t a friend of mine
Words hide behind their letters.
Language ain’t a friend of mine no more
Language ain’t a friend of mine no more
Language ain’t a friend of mine
Words hide behind their letters.
Language ain’t a friend of mine
Words hide behind their letters.
Language ain’t a friend of mine no more
Language ain’t a friend of mine
Words hide behind their letters.
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7. |
Broken Republic pt. 1
05:28
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So you got the money but have you got the balls?
This is no time to play or for dropping of the ball.
You’ve no one left to buy
No one left to fire
Now there’s nothing left in your hearts desire.
We didn’t have to be deadly enemies
Here’s what fortune sellers see
A violent day
The perfect day for overthrowing you
How ya gonna feel
How you gonna feel?
With nothing left to steal
Nobody left to kill
On your own
Nobody left to phone
No one to love
Nobody to own
A violent day
The perfect day for overthrowing you
Now we’re forced to fear
Genetic engineers that make culture disappear
Don’t you ever wonder why?
When anybody tries the whistle blower dies
A violent day
The perfect day for overthrowing you
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8. |
Broken Republic pt. 2
05:52
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Millions believe in a violent overthrowing of the state as the only plausible route to self-dignity
As the ground beneath their feet is sold, the poor are finding themselves displaced from their homes, raped beaten and exterminated
The right to exist has disappeared, eroded by state sponsored violence
Tell the futures market to beware the broken republic
Culture and the diversity of people will soon be a distant memory, leaving behind a clone population devoid of the ability to think for themselves.
Tell the futures market to beware the broken republic
Complicit in the whole sale of their own heritage is a corrupt government
Security forces answer to a private agenda
Tell the futures market to beware the broken republic
Tell the futures market to beware the broken republic
Stand up to be counted and you will be shot
When the choice between death or freedom is non-existent there is only one viable solution, the total destruction of the current system
There’s’ are war, on one side the poor and on the other side the sellers of the hills.
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9. |
Singularity
02:47
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10. |
Hello
06:13
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To the pawn born to be better
To the desert getting wetter
To the effect without a cause.
To the genius working at the checkout
You know it’s gonna burn the head out
A helpful lost cause.
Hello…do you feel?
Hello…do you kneel?
Hello…will you steal?
How long…until you kill?
To the bum always on the bottle
A kid that never got a cuddle.
To the toy left upon the shelf
To the dog with flea bitten health.
Hello…do you feel?
Hello…do you kneel?
Hello…will you steal?
How long…until you kill?
To the pawn born to be better
To the desert getting wetter
To the effect without a cause.
To the genius working at the checkout
You know it’s gonna burn the head out
A helpful lost cause.
Hello…do you feel?
Hello…do you kneel?
Hello…will you steal?
How long…until you kill?
Hello…..
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