'Came Home Dead' is the second song from Single Twin's debut album 'Marcus Teague', recorded on Garageband and a single mic over six years.

Came Home Dead

This is very short piece, based off the rhythms of Mario Savio's 1964 speech. I've used the speech twice in music. Its a great speech. 

You can hear the speech along here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsO_SlA7E8k

Here's To You Mr Savio

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Lyrics:

She really likes to dance
She really likes to groove
She's a spinning top
She likes to stir things up
You could say she really likes to move

She really likes to funk
She likes to shake her shoes
You can't stop her
She's a real hip hopper
You could say she likes to break the rules

She's gonna tear it up
She likes to twist and twirl
She's the working class
She'll kick the bosses arse
You could say sh'es going to change the world

She's gonna shake it up
And when the tables turn
We're gonna dance all night
We're gonna shine so bright
As empires fall, and new stars burn

If you like this version, please listen to the instrumental version as well.
https://soundcloud.com/chris-breen-511956595/she-really-likes-to-dance-1


She Really Likes to Dance

If you like this track please listen to the version with lyrics
https://soundcloud.com/chris-breen-511956595/she-really-likes-to-dance?

She Really Likes to Dance Instrumental

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I wrote half of this song about 20 years ago, it is a collaboration with my younger self.

This is How the Working Class Sing

My hours hit the roof
My pay hits the floor
The boss keep coming back for more
Rent and bills keep coming on in
Politicians try to tell me just take it on the chin

There's never enough, when we want more
But there's hand-outs for the rich, always money for war
And politicians looking for deflection
Love the racists pointing fingers in the wrong direction

Look at the dream, if you have eyes 
It's built on a gaping hole
I wake every day to a wall of lies
But you're never going to take my soul

You bring death and despair, and threaten beware 
But you're not really in control
We're coming for the lot, we'll take everything you've got
We won't hold no begging bowl

You try to raise our targets we say no
We work too hard and the pay's too low
Try to send us to war, hell we won't go
You're going to kill the earth, we need to run the show

This is how the working class sing
Strikes, revolts and rebelling
This is how the working class sing
Revolution, intifada, uprising

Look at the dream, if you have eyes 
It's built on a gaping hole
I wake every day to a wall of lies
But you're never going to take my soul

You bring death and despair, and threaten beware
But you're not really in control
We're coming for the lot, we'll take everything you've got
We won't hold no begging bowl

This is how the working class sing
Strikes, revolts and rebelling
This is how the working class sing
Revolution, intifada, uprising

This is how the working class sing
Strikes, revolts and rebelling
This is how the working class sing
Revolution, intifada, uprising

Look at the dream, if you have eyes
It's built on a gaping hole
I wake every day to a wall of lies
But you're never going to take my soul

You bring death and despair, and threaten beware
But you're not really in control
We're coming for the lot, we'll take everything you've got
We won't hold no begging bowl



This is How the Working Class Sing

Chris Breen