The Black Hand Gang
bricks and mortar
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Selling bricks and mortar
to the working class.
Have to work forever
just to pay for the glass.
Keep you chained to your life,
you work until you die.
Life of depression, suicide's on the rise.
Hiiiiiii-hiiiiiiiigh.
Hiiiiiii-hiiiiiiiigh.
Keep you green, hungry,
sell your soul for a rise.
Dangle a carrot on a stick,
go- right between the eyes.
Hiiiiiii-hiiiiiiiigh.
Hiiiiiii-hiiiiiiiigh.
Got yourself in a mess
Trapped in a life you despise
Like a rat running round in a wheel
You can't stop until you die.
Hiiiiiii-hiiiiiiiigh.
Hiiiiiii-hiiiiiiiigh.
- Album:
- The Violent Years