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Town Hall clock gives forth its chime, For no-one there to ask the time - Like everything else they've - all gone away. The Grocer's shop hangs up

For liberty there is a cost - its broken skulls and leather cosh, From the boys in uniform - now you know whose side their on - With backing - with

As the rain comes down, upon this sad sweet earth I lie awake at nights and - think about me All those usual things like what a fool I've been I curse

Catch me I'm falling so fast and I can't seem to find All the reasons I had when the purpose was mine Now I stumble so fast rolling into the night

you see the mistake in having bosses at all You will also see how they all must fall For under this system there is no such thing As the Democracy our

No peace for the wicked - only war on the poor They're batting on pickets - trying to even the score It's all inclusive - the dirt comes free And

You don't have to take this crap You don't have to sit back and relax You can actually try changing it I know we've always been taught to rely Upon