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Jul 2012
Control they say its all yours sir
yet when you drive your in the law
your in the system that they say what
no self control
no life
you pay
they tax your soul to stay alive
come the nomad come this time
be your life  
do run away
let be free
lets go stray
pay no tax and join the greed

They have control and blind we see
to work to bone for pennies me
whats left to spend is given back
to feed the fuel
to work your soul
corrupt the system say the no
change this world bring in the show

No bankers bonus for gamblers sin
no jetting off whilst children thin
ban the arms that shoot the poor
feed the nation loose the war
pay the workers fair too all
not the rich an equal law
ban the lords for what they do
clean our streets
Our life.... its due

Its time for me
Its time for you
andy fardell
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