The drum gets louder every day -
double-triple lock your doors.
We'll break the doors down anyway,
(and) take back what was never yours.
The bleeding throat of discontent
has bled for centuries, and though it bleeds,
it only heals to be tougher,
and it can't be escaped, no matter
where you choose to go on your holiday -
we are the crews of the aeroplanes and the ships,
and your limousine chauffeur,
pissing on your chips!
Lemmings maybe plummet dumbly to their deaths,
but better than condemning under whispered breath...
Dismantle everything and start again!
(Start again!)
This tiny cog is pulling teeth -
spinning freely as a tiny wheel
from underneath the machine!
No more privileged positions! Over and out.
Gnaw the iron paw! Upset the see-saw!
Out with the old, in with the new!
Tear up the blueprints and revise
total demise as destiny:
Maste history that can't be sold!
All or nothing...all or nothing...all or nothing...all or nothing!
Rock the boat off course! Of course, if we can think it, we can sink it!
Feel the fire in your gut!
Grab a grip on the reins!
Run the risk of defeat!
Feel the fire in your gut!
The drum gets louder every day...
...here are how the rules are changing:
No more privileged positions! Over and out. End transmission.
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In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.