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Angelic Upstarts

There goes another one falling into line, falling for the overdose of the twisted mind. Looking for excuses of the simple kind. No gratitude or knowledge

Are they at war, who can justify? Are you so holy, have you got the right? Who is the judge and who is your jury? Or let them get it by decree? What

Guns for the Afgan Rebels, And the rest the rest they've go to label The hammer and sickle seems so ficlke When the tanks are rolling in They fight

Mr. Position sitting on your perch Looking at the numbers, thinking what we're worth You're price is your conscience when though it allowed So put

Last night another soldier, last night another child No one seems to worry, no one sees his mother cry Can you see that smart, clean soldier, Standing

As the Polish workers fight to make their stand And behind them every honest working man In unity there?s each other and your friend becomes your brother

Robby and Rupe, who'll we'll do it to next? Who can we buy? Who can we impress? I bought a football team, I got the money it's so obscene. This is

2 million voices, can you hear 2 million voices 2 million voices, can u hear 2 million voices 2 million voices! 2 million voices shout at the street

Call himself a brother, call himself a friend, put him on the moment, you can see he's just pretend. Smile your way through it, a kiss in the end. Smile