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The foundation of their machine
The workers of the world will be free
Eat the rich
Feed the poor
Their affluence is an all out war
Our sweat
Our hands
We'll fight

Give me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Icebreaker!

I know a silent nation in dislocation
Frustration from

You know I have been a worker
Until the break of day
And though there was no father
That ever took this way

You know I have been a martyr
Not a hero

so easily done
Those who questioned put to the gun
Is this the way that it must be
Workers enslaved while the bourgeoisie are free

The last cries

Oh you people what do you feel?
What do you see?
Metal fatigue
You can't take care of your trees
So you've built me?
Metal fatigue

Oh you workers

Only the rich and famous
Bright white and well-to-do
Only the leaders of the workers' revolution
Can stay in the privileged room
That's what we once

What's the latest front-page lie?
What packs a tabloid punch?
700,000 "foreign" kids
Are claiming free school lunch!
They demonize the weak and poor

dancing night!
free comic your money baby
tangier night!
I could more the mush,
I know risk
DA-TE-MA-SA what kind of color
thinking mark high
can I

And we all get blamed
Bombs fall from planes
Meanwhile, Gaza still don't get aid

Free Palestine
(ah yeah)
Peace, love
(check it out)
Free Palestine

virtuous
Wait to kill the petty and
Foul at the church services not a holy man
But I'm moral in my perverseness
So I support the sex
Workers unionizing their

Beautiful day
Beautiful day
Have a beautiful

A working man is not a man is what they lead you to believe
Saying that a worker can't work until he's free
But

Never was a poor boy
Never even had a chance
Never been a fighter 
Never learned to dance
Never was a worker
Never even knew how
Never been

dancing night!
free comic your money baby
tangier night!
I could more the mush,
I know risk
DA-TE-MA-SA what kind of color
thinking mark high
can I

Hear the voice of Jesus crying, the field is ripe but the workers are few
Who will answer the Master's calling?
Here I am send me, here I am send me

to mortality
Life was lie but it was on TV

Lie to get by
It makes the whole world turn
Lie to get by
Caught in the web we burn

Free to be enslaved play

the master of hundreds of workers
They all look to me
Can I abandon them, how would they live
If I am not free?

If I speak, I am condemned
If I stay

Show your hands
With a card up your sleeve
Taking people's money
Like it grows on trees
You got a taste for honey
From the worker bees
Basting your

Invasion

Chumbawamba

Pictures of Starving Children Sell Records

1986

of dependence on a starvation-diet
With food as a weapon, workers stay quiet

And multinational names have blood on their brands
From taking an interest in

careers
When they help out oil workers, lumberjacks and engineers
When they help out tiny nations sinking in the sea
For everyone a home, a job, a chance

Get up for a job, head out on time, be a really good worker
Fall in line, never speak in your mind, off to the altar
Boss calls on your free time,

In Congo's heart, where the tears flow free, Mothers weep for the lost, silenced plea. Under dark skies, the star's bright light, Dreams of freedom,

This world is a mafia
This world is a grand lie
If I don’t pay, they lock me up
They let you free, if you’re wealthy enough

Hypocrisy
Justice is

wealth
At the cost of worker's health
Don't you dare steal our hope for the future!
Go dump your trash in the sea
It'll swallow all your debris
Take, make,

cte my fate on 13th floor
Facing workers on rooftops
Sweat dripping down to their bootstraps
I stuck my stock on your decor
cnd watch Klimt suck his