boy sets fire, final show, the force majeure

[johndillinger1932]

on shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul machine forever tuning

class rebellion under noses the boss is feeding on the living corpses

their broken backs call for us to rise

but for now we'll all just smile and sympathize

denied movement now lost replaced by fear

we ask nothing less then settle for nothing more

behold the capitalists bathing in the blood of the working class

martyrs bleed until spoken to

vultures get fat from the harness coup

[johndillinger1932]

will be confined tired doctrines killing just as many as he leaders they decry

their backs all well patted

for a job well done without the shackles

callused hands and drying hearts rise up and destroy the disease that stole your soul