A thankless job, and then your defamation
Plague city, London Town, central station 
A pointed finger at a stretched out worker
Big bad men I promise they’ll hurt ya 

 Rotten to the core, yet I’m expected to bend over backwards to forgive
The hate you give will come back to you, well I hate those hateful bastards I don’t give a shit

…man, that was intense… but I digress 


It’s a tragedy, a fucking travesty 
Smiling through your disgusting crooked teeth
Bones and shells falling out their mouths
Dripping with sinister salivation 
Please don’t die for them, you are merely cannon fodder in a war you didn’t start,
In a fight you didn’t want 
Rallied for your support, you're chosen to go on, good guys lost and bad guys won 
The dice are fixed, the banks will fail
There’s a hole in the ship but your boss sets sail
The fish is off, the meat’s overdone
God in waiting, but it’s the Devil that comes 

Inhale 
forget to exhale
Inhale
forget to exhale

Thuggery and pyramid schemes
A misshapen ladder with skewed up dreams
Clawing at your ankles to bring you down 
to their level,
Looking the part while they look ugly and dishevelled 
Licking on their boots while they step over you
The fall is always someone else’s fault, never the ones who hold all the cards
You could reach their heights, if only you had had a better start in life
And maybe a house so no one had to worry about whether to pay rent or put food in your mouth
And maybe an education of the private persuasion, to give you all the offers in life
Maybe some kind of zero interest loan to help get you started cos lord knows you deserve this more than the others who didn’t have the chances to do the same shit you did
See? It’s all achievable if you just believe!

Inhale
Forget to exhale
Inhale 
Forget to exhale

The revolution will not be led by shouty white young men,
There’s nothing revolutionary about that
And the revolution will not be led by those standing in the middle of the road,
I’ll run them down myself   
The revolution will not be led by you, I can see you clutching your purse as I speak in your general vicinity
And there’s not a damn thing you can do, I assure you the revolution will not be led by me

The Asthmatic

I know I could be 'this' but I don't want to.

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