The collusion of “worthies” just smears us like soot.
I am stretching my hand, to get kicked by a boot.
I am searching for eyes, but find only stares.
An ass on the top, but nobody cares.
Beyond the red dawn a pink sunset flares!
All are shackled with the same chain,
All are bound for the same aim.
All are shackled with the same chain,
All are bound for the same...
Here the joints are sluggish, and the space is immense.
Here assemblies are levelled to make rows condensed.
The truth is spoken only in bedrooms and kitchens.
The eagles were brought down for the fat broiler chickens.
“Change Step!”, while I'm still kissing you, and my step quickens
While
All being shackled with the same chain,
All being bound for the same aim.
All are shackled with the same chain,
All are bound for the same chain.
You can trust in the absence of faith,
You can trade in the absence of trade.
Poverty-stricken are praying indeed
That their great poverty is guaranteed.
You can play your trumpet, but quietly still,
Whatever you play, you аre playing “lights out”!
Whoever will come to call up for your drill,
Will come after you for your final fallout!
Also
All being shackled with the same chain,
All being bound for the same aim.
All are shackled with the same chain,
All are bound for the same...
Young women are ageing, finding no other option.
Here a measure of work is simply exhaustion.
In the offices here there is no one to blame,
Here the first and the last both appear the same,
And no less than the last they are sick to maintain
All being shackled with the same chain,
All being bound for the same aim.
All are shackled with the same chain,
All are bound for the same aim.
All are shackled with the same chain,
All are bound for the same aim.
All are shackled...