Why settle for what we're shown When there is so much more Sometimes the book of law Is only half the story Means and ends Deciding where to draw the line Loss of work in Sellafield homes Or the threat of cancers yet to come The choice seems obvious There is no choice Only the option of looking outside This narrow definition of What you see is all there will ever be There comes a time--that time is now When every second, every day When every action, every though Will tell the world how you cast your vote They break our legs And we say thank you when they offer us crutches Tired of mild reform Sick of hand-me-downs We topple all the theories to the ground All real change Must come from below Our bosses must live in fear Of the factory floor And when they smile And they ask for my support I'll give them these words And a bloody nose You don't help your enemy When you're at war There are moments in all of our lives Tiny sparks still deep inside When a new-born baby cries When you're watching clouds in a summer sky The first time you walked out on strike Love and sex and holding tight Things that can't be bought By promises and votes I hate the things I love being criminalized I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in I hate MPs, judges, and magistrates I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats I hate wars, and all the people who love them I hate the idea of living on other people's backs I hate being filed and registered and classified I hate being watched and monitored I hate police I hate the way you talk down at me I hate being told what to do I hate you when you don't listen I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography I hate the pain we inflict on each other, on animals, and on the earth And I hate how love songs have become cliches Through endless, shallow repetition Each angry word Every cynical put-down Every song is carefully born From a hope of something better to come All jumbled-up Love and hate and love Each prompted by the other For the cause of peace we have to go to war Refusing to sleep Whilst there's a world to win Yet happy to dream Dreams make the plans to change this world Not just some future heaven But today and every day In our place of work In the queue for the metro bus Organize! Here's the rest of our lives! (Repeat) A tiny spark still deep inside (Repeat) We can and will run the factories and mills We can and will educate ourselves We can and will work the fields We can and will police ourselves We can and will run the factories and mills We can and will educate ourselves We can and will work the fields We can and will police ourselves We can and will create and build (Repeat)
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