amazing, how we're being conned into accepting
amazing, how we just sit there and bear it.
******** comes in many colours
arseholes fuller than Tescos on a Saturday.
Let's play,
bribe the sad ******** with anything day,
there's no one will say boo and to who?
no goose, we ate it
if it's fate I could take it, but it's ********
Sell the electorate some shares and we'll protect our positions,
ammunition for the masses and they'll all kiss our *****
and what next?
tweeting out text on twitter, saving the planet, no litter? no paper trail when it can easily disappear, just a little word in the internet provider's ear.
********
we grin and we wear it on a charity shop buy,
********
we're fed it for breakfast, for dinner, for tea and with tears in my eyes
I know they're feeding it to me.
In this free democracy, there are chains that hold us back while we believe that we're free.
we try on the leg irons and call them, Nike or Lacoste and we don't realise that's what we've lost, the freedom to choose, the freedom to win or to lose.
******** comes in many colours, some call them hues, but it's still ******** however you call it and whatever names that you use.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
amazing, how we're being conned into accepting
amazing, how we just sit there and bear it.
******** comes in many colours
arseholes fuller than Tescos on a Saturday.
Let's play,
bribe the sad ******** with anything day,
there's no one will say boo and to who?
no goose, we ate it
if it's fate I could take it, but it's ********
Sell the electorate some shares and we'll protect our positions,
ammunition for the masses and they'll all kiss our *****
and what next?
tweeting out text on twitter, saving the planet, no litter? no paper trail when it can easily disappear, just a little word in the internet provider's ear.
********
we grin and we wear it on a charity shop buy,
********
we're fed it for breakfast, for dinner, for tea and with tears in my eyes
I know they're feeding it to me.
In this free democracy, there are chains that hold us back while we believe that we're free.
we try on the leg irons and call them, Nike or Lacoste and we don't realise that's what we've lost, the freedom to choose, the freedom to win or to lose.
******** comes in many colours, some call them hues, but it's still ******** however you call it and whatever names that you use.
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