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| Skyclad Prince Of The Poverty Line Land Of The Rising Slum Show me a politician who's a man we can trust And if I ever meet him then I think I'll have him stuffed Look out of the window - see not one happy face The only splash of colour's the graffiti 'round the place. It's hard to even crawl With your back up against the wall. I find it hard to sleep at night I feel that the worst is yet to come Social helter-skelter Ride the downward spiral has begun. Are some people just born bad Or is it how we all become? Human termites driven mad In the concrete mound of the rising slum. The people who are dark fear the people who are fair And hippies live in terror of the guys who have no hair The saddest thing of all - what I really find grim Is we haven't yet noticed what a mess we're all in. It's hard to even crawl Now your back's up against the wall. I find it hard to sleep at night I feel that the worst is yet to come Social helter-skelter Ride the downward spiral has begun. Are some people just born bad Or is it how we all become? Human termites driven mad In the concrete mound of the rising slum. The "whether man" says that the outlook's not great A few outbreaks of murder with some isolated rape I ask my doctor his advice, this is what he says, "Get yourself some cancer boy, before you die of aids." It's hard to even crawl With your back up against the wall. I find it hard to sleep at night I feel that the worst is yet to come Social helter-skelter Ride the downward spiral has begun. Are some people just born bad Or is it how we all become? Human termites driven mad In the concrete mound of the rising slum. |
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