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pavlov's house - workers state of mind lyrics
“don’t take all day” this guillotine shouted
face all grey like nicotine cloud is
hurt they duterte, philippine maoists ‘llowed it
now his limousine’s cowsh_t
k!lling sprees mounted when militaries founded
a constant_nope since byzantines sprouted
comrades stomp like millipedes crowded
no_platform, we disagree loudest
…these vivid scenes grounded
in a recounted victory doubted
blown up to smithereens now it’s
sisyphean outlets
mr bean outfits
british be proudest whеn inner_peace floutеd
dinner_speech touting the middle east pounded
dealing with the devil got your liberties fausted
“leave em all beheaded”‘s what the guillotine shouted
outed and surrounded again
till some brick_outhouse roundhouse em again
pavlov’s house in the ends till the end
fash got routed again and again
man want clout for the tens that he spends
comrades torch landlords’ benz in the ends
set them trends, transcending the ends
these gentry get them cleansed from the ends, and then
purges and murder abound while the workers surround
your posh townhouse found burnt to the ground
hurting your pounds, ya revert to the dirt
all you heard is the sound, of
mic_checka cheka i be felix dzerzhinsky
might pen it better i ain’t feeling your thinkpiece
hypemen are getting them to feel it succinctly
try mess a fed up never leaving it pristine
[chorus]
this be the red flag flown over red square
left_on_read feds known for the red scare
guess they’re there with the dead stare
hammock and sickle or a deckchair, heck yeah
the workers state of mind
(yuri) reversing sp_ce and time
the workers state of mind
the workers state!
they do that coup for bolivian lithium
kulak crews, we’ll imprison a million
who lacks food will inherit a meal off em
gulags grew and the richest are filling em
new jack moves like we’re sticking and shivving em
soon can’t move from the stitches we’re giving em
whose fam grew from the riches of bigotry
cliftonite wizardry, whippings and misery?
the richest who live in the city of bristol implicitly
emphatically
your family literally living off travesty
makhno mistake that the plan’ll be anarchy
blackest of flags hanging out of the faculty
that’ll be kronstadt mentality, actually
and all the trots that we banned with no amnesty
call us “degenerates”? that’ll be fascist_speak
labour are socialists? that is a fantasy
vain and emotionless mandelson_hackery
taking a vote at the back of the factory
aim to unload with the chavviest cavalry
the dotp
of the cccp
seen me on cctv
kgb on the m_i_c, i’m
mic_checka cheka, i be felix dzerzhinsky
might pen it better i ain’t feeling your thinkpiece
hypemen are getting them to feel it succinctly
try mess a fed up never leaving it pristine
united front, the workers state
no spineless c_nts, invertebrates
in time we’ll cut the murder rate
(not quite yet but worth the wait)
worth its weight in gold n that too
streets of rage we’ll golden axe you
goldmann sachs you, holds n smacks you
pulled you down like colston statue
get em off the deepend, never wanna see em
getting high n reddest eyes at lenin mausoleum
always got a w but never got a bm
charlie messaged me with sicker beats up in the dm
cm like punk, terry funk when i flow
cn for drunk, sweaty c_nts on the show
pm’s like trump, petty c_nt on the blow
see em get jumped, then he run for the po
see em all cracked like a faultline, the fault mine
see em break backs at the saltmine
give me that passcode, that whole vault mine
leninists reminisce back to the old times
but please believe me, nothing but heebie_jeebies for cpgbs
so get right back with your fed_type chat
you’re bereft on the left not a red fightback
brexit_types screaming “next flight back!”
but we blocked all the vans and the planes that deport em
liberal pr_cks couldn’t give two sh_ts
cos the fash they came with grace and decorum
hate and abhor em, i’m felix dzerzhinsky
late from the boredom n feeling ya jinxed me
taking your jordans and fiending a tyskie
making a fort at the feet of the grizzly
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