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SUICIDE MACHINES
Battle Hymns 1998
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Strike
The division of society into two separate classes
There are those of us who work and we make up the masses
Slaving for the corporations raking in the profit
Someone's got to take a stand, someones got to stop it
Organize discontent and strike against the system
That oppresses you and depreciates the value of our work
Realize what is meant, cause you don't really need them
Underestimate thepower of peole who have been hurt
Unite and you will find that strength is truly found in numbers
And you possess the power ot destroy those that you work under
Their machine won't operate unless it has an operator
We're unknowingly convicted to a life of hard labor
They don't care about you, your best interests aren't in mind
They're concerened with capital broadening class lines
Broken by the bastards that regulate your wages
Poverty is our crime and employment is our cage
Its 1998 and the time has come to order
The rich are getting richer
While the poor are getting poorer
Economic warfare, but the ones who did this
Turn the table on survival of the fittest
We're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
We're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
We're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
We're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
Strike!
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