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I'm class conscious that's for sure,
Got my lines drawn for a new class war,
Six-twenty an hour that's pretty raw,
For picking up drunks off a grimey floor,
And in the MET there's a virulent rot,
The canteen culture of the killer cop,
Where institutional racism runs amok,
Our buffoon mayor should just sack the lot.
Music fashion seemed frivolous,
Posing seemed so grotesque,
Bollocks to the kids who think they are going to "Be the Best",
Careers fair come to our schools,
Approach the army and tell 'em what for,
Teach us peace we say,
We don't want your fucking war!
Am I content with everything here? (I don't know, I don't know)
Why should I like what I am shown? (I don't care, I don't care)
Am I content with everything here? (This is wrong, this is wrong)
Why should I like what I am shown? (This is wrong, this is wrong)
I want peace that's for sure,
See a protestor pinned to the floor,
Water cannon and gas it takes more,
To kill voices screaming for the poor,
I see the world and know it's wrong,
Put pen to paper and write a song,
I down my drink and think it's for fun,
Am I content with being strung out?
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