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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