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History of the World

Vents

Marked For Death

48

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Hook] Round and round, round we go! Around and around and around and around History of the world! [Verse 1] Since the day I was born, I could work for a boss or hand in a form Or shoplift to survive 'til the cops swarm Selling my days, selling my ability to work for a wage Doing whatever pays Getting so much much less than what I make and what it costs So I guess I got robbed for the lot The man drives the bus and makes your shirt Gets nothing but debt for doing all of the work Getting jerked taking his calls, licking his balls Cause his dad owns the phone and the fucking four walls Making things to sell, not things I need And if you're sick then you'd better get the money or bleed If you can't pay the bills - getting repossessed And the Bank takes the house, you can keep the rest It's politics and crime, world war in demand So, everything's going to plan, History of the world! [Hook] [Verse 2] They could rob us all blind, but when I take it back it's crime So I take what I need cause what's theirs is mine It's like, white supremacy, male supremacy Kill the bullshit, know your enemy Every right I've got has been won by working man Not the parliament It's been done before - getting done again I don't want no part of what they're offering Kevin Rudd ain't a friend of mine so if you wanting me to rock the vote I'd rather cut my throat Rather drop the soap than cop The Age The history of the world, from the slave to the wage Is a class war, sorta like Vinnie Jones slamming your head in a car door Darker than Darfur Everything that you ask for, a little matter of genocide Step aside - a history of the world! [Hook] [Verse 3] Spending more time with the ones I hate than the ones I love Iron fist in a velvet glove, held above With boredom and anger but I pay for the medicine Everyday reproducing the hell I'm in Life of the citizen is the life of the militant High school, death of the innocent My desires is unfulfilled My dreams are repressed and replaced with a pill Or a bottle of red, but the boss is a good bloke (ha) Gives me break for a bite and a smoke And the shit I make -he takes more- I gotta Wonder How the motherfucker gets away outnumbered But, they got police to beat me up, prisons to lock me up Military wants me up To kill folks that are just like me far away For the freedom to keep getting fucked everyday. (in the world) [Hook] "History of the world" "What goes around comes around..."
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