I'm not satisfied with my position and my place, if you can't decide then don't waste that space. I'm going home just like a rolling stone - a pariah amongst my peers, open your ears, it's only your fear that keeps you down here, open your ears. We're dissatisfied with our position and our place, ya keep beating us down, a red queen arms race. We'd all like a home, we'd all like a floor, but the rich will piss upon the corpse of the poor. They make us pariahs amongst our peers, open your ears. Mobilise.

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