The Bourgeoisie Will Never Own My Soul

Political acoustic punk music!

LYRICS;

Brother, we've hit a rut somewhere
And Sister, they've robbed us of our stars
Cousin, taste the dollars and cents in the air
My friend, do you remember who you are?

Consumerism shines in the eyes of the golden girl
Who beats her drum to the march of the man
Who holds in his hand the collective capital wealth
Of a state that consumes itself

Oh yeah, how long 'till the family all is sold?
The bourgeoisie will never own my soul.

Brother, the young folks used to care
And Sister, you heard them miles a-far
Cousin, we live in a climate of fear
Yes my friend, do you remember who you are?

Consumerism lies in the mines of Vietnam
Amidst a jungle soaked thick in Agent Orange
The hymns of the fallen are murmered, just like
Sin, painted thick on a bullet's wings

Oh yeah, how long 'till the family all is sold?
The bourgeoisie will never own my soul.

So Brother, grow your beard and let grow your hair
And Sister, burn all your mascara
Cousin, boycott the Anglosphere
Yeah my friend, do you remember who you are?

Consumerism flies in a private plane
And consumerism grows in a babies brain
Consumerism grows fat on the pain
Of colonial nations in debts they can't repay.

Oh yeah, how long 'till the family all is sold?
The bourgeoisie will never own my soul
And how many Brothers will fall to riot control?
The bourgeoisie will never own my soul.

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• The
• Bourgeoisie
• Will
• Never
• Own
• My
• Soul
• Darcy
• Hay
• original
• song
• singer-songwriter
• acoustic
• guitar
• punk
• lyrics
• political