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Benefits & Shakk
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We don't exist, we don't resist, we are just statistic
We're shattered glass on brook and crust
In this northern town of mistrust
Aborted, policy snorted, left living distorted
As the grease goes down into an empty pocket, its image for profit
Divide!
Divide!
We are worthless, we are careless, we need to care less
Underhand tricks, in backward sticks, ill-thought-out sick fix
Fascistic dreams, tokenistic dreams, provincial has-beens
Crushed to violence, crushed to silence, nationalistic tyrant
Divide! (Ah)
We don't diะต, we multiply
Won't submit to your cult of lies
See the blood in the culprits eyes
Divide! (Ah)
We heard screams and we heard cries
Seen burnt dreams for the first time
See it's warfare and it's worldwide
Divide! (Ah)
It's all I hear when I turn on the news
Still, we don't have any word on the truth
Tell me just what do we do
Divide! (Ah)
See, I'm past the point of missing God
We missed the ball and it's kicking off
Democracy has failed, and a solution is what I'm wishing of
No Rishi, Kier, Nigel tier politician can sit this job
We're better off with Gascoigne and his fishing rod (ha-ha)
Now it just pissed me off, it don't sit with me right
All we do is just re-write the history, it's not a mystery, it is the light (light)
Into the night (night), read the propaganda, into the hype (hype)
This is the life (life), bullets in heads if they miss with the knife (knife)
Powder and ice (Ice), cracks in walls, brown and the white
Evert city and town alike, they see a person down and strike (whoo!)
Divide
Face down in the dirt, in the litter, in the shit with the rats
Unfinished neck tats and petrol station, flowered posts
And blocks of concrete, high street ghosts, treading bunting into the dirt
Patriots into the mire, television pantomime fools as union jacketed lovers drool
Roll up to food bank queues and emptied church pews, weekend crews
Strangers like statues on the kerb, I know, waving flags, dressed in rags
Lines and lines and lines of ruddy faced broken bile
"You're not from this town, never seen you around," and it goes on for miles
Loud, violent, puerile parade fascist casuals, fair-weather bigots
Metal plates cruise, glass strewn underpassed as tears are met with grunts
As this cafรฉ is closed for lunch, a brisk suit stride
Well-fed and sweaty, fresh from the racks, ignorant to the cracks
They snide, the divide, as the dewy-eyed collide
Rose tinted semi on fools and trough gorging ghouls
With millionaire schemes, nothing at all in between
Bleating tweeting class war, if it wasn't so bleak it'd be boring
But it's obscene, know what I mean?
And they come, they trot-trot-trot into the next stage-managed scene
It's the end of our days and the blue bloods flowing
Self-serving and stale, washed down with fine craft ale
Mild-mannered murder, trudging through the towns piss, worked out to the tits
Weekend drinker mayhem, the tills still ring so keep calm and sing
Bloodied dance floor prancers, creeped up romancers
As we barricade ourselves in our homes
The carpet smoulders, and the wallpaper moan
And the airport is shut by drones
As Britain rolls over and sighs and moans, oh no (oh no, oh no)
The past has a hold, am I trapped can I grow? (Oh no, oh no)
Is there a God, let me know, I'm chained up ready to explode
Can a dog have his bone? (Oh no, oh no)
See I'm mad let me go take my body but you cannot take my soul
I will not enrol, do not tell me no
Divide
I see the streets decline, there's never been peace of mind
There's poverty read between the lines
It must be design, the lies
Divide
From Paris to Palestine, we witness the maddest crimes
Are we living in the saddest times?
Analyse for every woman and man alive
Divide
See I'm back again, attacking 'til the end
I gotta win again, again and then again, I gotta life I wanna live
Yeah, I wanna give, but they want me killing men (divide)
I'm never chilling like I got a minute left
I'm not a villain, but I'm gonna give 'em hell
I'm gonna give 'em everything I got 'til the day I rot
Pennies in a wishing well (divide) for power
Big wings and an urge to fly
(For greed) some wanna be the last to live
(For oil) I wanna be the first to die
(Divide) like a bird in flight
(For power) I chase the burning light
(For greed) divide, you heard it right
(For oil) that's why I murder mics
Divide, for power, for greed
For oil, for me
Divide for power, for greed
For oil, for me
Divide
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