Wind your necks in

Yes you got me working

Down in your pit,

It doesn’t actually mean

I will put up with your shit,

You pay us a pittance

That barely covers our bills,

Then spend it all on junk

And it fills up your tills,

But don’t think you can oppress me

I will never accept that,

On the contrary be sure and hear it clearly,

Defiance and subversion

Will be my final triumphant act.

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