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Apr 2020
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
Written by
Jon Moss  39/Genderqueer/Cardiff, Wales
(39/Genderqueer/Cardiff, Wales)   
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