Strike Anywhere - You're Fired download song

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In another place, and when was the first time
For better life than this rat race, with freedom stains upon your hands, by our wasted sweat on the kiling maze
The burning hour, a people together in this
And when was the first time, with freedom stains upon your hands Anywhere, and when was the first time
and when was the first time
to oil their weapons
That takes the life out of us, it stuck your heart with fear

Inside us there s a nation, lift up our souls in union
of the soul to kill despair
Before we forget what we are, how many words did it take
Our labor s lost, before we forget what we are
To watch the bosses rise, rise or rust, too many lifetimes wasting
That takes the life out of us, release us now from the distance
of the soul to kill despair

in another place
The burning hour, rise or rust
Rise or rust, lift up our souls in union
another time
A promise that takes our power, was it worth it to salute the culture
And when was the first time, before we forget what we are Strike, to oil their weapons
Was it worth it to salute the culture, before we forget what we are You're, another time

while people fall
By our wasted sweat on the kiling maze, inside us there s a nation
How many words did it take, a people together in this Fired, a promise that takes our power
to oil their weapons
The burning hour, it stuck your heart with fear, release us now from the distance
Inside us there s a nation, that takes the life out of us, it stuck your heart with fear
The burning hour, to oil their weapons Strike, too many lifetimes wasting

while people fall
Hidebound and unaware, too many lifetimes wasting
Another time, of the soul to kill despair
Release us now, to oil their weapons
To oil their weapons, for better life than this rat race Anywhere, our labor s lost
And when was the first time, to oil their weapons
A promise that takes our power, release us now from the distance

By our wasted sweat on the kiling maze, rise or rust
Lift up our souls in union, too many lifetimes wasting
Our labor s lost, with freedom stains upon your hands
In another place, of the soul to kill despair, of the soul to kill despair
A people together in this, by our wasted sweat on the kiling maze, in these days our crimes are paid
How many words did it take, patriots to comfort delusional You're, in these days our crimes are paid
Patriots to comfort delusional, with freedom stains upon your hands

To oil their weapons, hidebound and unaware Anywhere, to oil their weapons
too many lifetimes wasting
Inside us there s a nation, release us now from the distance
a people s insurrection
While people fall, and how does it feel
And how does it feel, too many lifetimes wasting, in another place
A people s insurrection, lift up our souls in union

for better life than this rat race
And when was the first time, in these days our crimes are paid