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Two pumps a revolution and a squirt

I really would like to sit down and drink a beer with a cigarette All I want is to choose for myself But we can't do this and we can't do that I think they're really trying to steal all our fun They call this England, I call it a surveillance state prison. Where the drunk drinks yet damns drugs he claims another benefit the bankers are lying they're going to bring the country down People are dying for these profiteering wars. A mother lost another son, we're lied to buy our government The houses are up, the jobs are low The poor man takes another blow Another revolution is about to come and go! Just for one night my friends roll the dice come on play the game Side by side we should stand My friends, we will sing

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