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Feeling the pressure, system overload, building up about to explode Before it blows, let it all flow, tear down government, it's time to go It's the end of the line, off the tracks derailing, fares are too high, business failing Robbed the people too much, put the coffin nail in, They are not great just robbers, **** taking nobbers Protected by law, backed by coppers, tax and religion fills the coffers Media generates hate, a TV brain wash ,fascist thugs are on the streets, get on our feet and squash All ideologies that are twisted in the brain, we need to stop it now it's a runaway train Feeling the pressure, system overload building up about to explode, before it blows let it all flow and tear down government it's time to go They sold of the housing, they sold off industry, they want to sell the NHS that saved me I owe it my life, solidarity, to all abused by so called authority With polices that **** people with disability, Spreading war and demonizing refugees Whilst smugly smirking as mates dodge tax, men with money, scratch each others backs They think that they can get away Scott free, making deals that affect you and me And many would like to see them swing from a tree, for their type its the end of the line It's the end of the line, reached the final destination, time to close this corrupt station Had enough of fear and frustration, zero tolerance for a fascist nation
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
System Overload
Feeling the pressure, system overload, building up about to explode Before it blows, let it all flow, tear down government, it's time to go It's the end of the line, off the tracks derailing, fares are too high, business failing Robbed the people too much, put the coffin nail in, They are not great just robbers, **** taking nobbers Protected by law, backed by coppers, tax and religion fills the coffers Media generates hate, a TV brain wash ,fascist thugs are on the streets, get on our feet and squash All ideologies that are twisted in the brain, we need to stop it now it's a runaway train Feeling the pressure, system overload building up about to explode, before it blows let it all flow and tear down government it's time to go They sold of the housing, they sold off industry, they want to sell the NHS that saved me I owe it my life, solidarity, to all abused by so called authority With polices that **** people with disability, Spreading war and demonizing refugees Whilst smugly smirking as mates dodge tax, men with money, scratch each others backs They think that they can get away Scott free, making deals that affect you and me And many would like to see them swing from a tree, for their type its the end of the line It's the end of the line, reached the final destination, time to close this corrupt station Had enough of fear and frustration, zero tolerance for a fascist nation
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39/Genderqueer/Cardiff, Wales
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
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