There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat Never that cycle incomplete Never enough to tip the scales Too many people rotting in jails Or bloodied on the battlefields The history books from every age Have the same words written on every page Always starting with 'Revolution' And ending with 'Capitulation' Always silenced by the truncheon Or bought out with concessions Always repetition... Repetition... repetition... repetition... (Repeat) 'I'm the boss of the factory 'I'm in charge of the U.K.C. 'Shopfloor workers run and fetch 'As I sit around and smugly watch 'And the process makes me stinking rich' We're all links in the factory chain And the chain grows longer day by day And whilst we're apart The process won't stop Repetition... repetition... repetition... (Repeat) But we're kept apart by philosophies And moral stances and policies We'll be stuck in our own little ghettos forever 'Til we start to work together Together... Together... Together... Together in the open or together in our little heaven? Fighting for total change, or working for concessions? Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given? Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission? Even though we disagree we share a common enemy Our methods may not be the same But together we can break the chain Different aims, different means, with common ground in between Don't sit back, it's time to act This life is ours, let's snatch it back Even though we disagree we share a common enemy Our methods may not be the same But together we can break the chain Different aims, different means, with common ground in between Don't sit back, it's time to act This life is ours, let's snatch it back The time has come to make a choice Stop taking orders from His Master's Voice!
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