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Clampdown

 

The kingdom is ransacked, the jewels all taken back

And the chopper descends

They’re hidden in the back, with a message on a half-baked tape

With the spool going round, saying I’m back here in this place

And I could cry

And there’s smoke you could click on

 

What are we going to do now?

 

Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?

‘Cause working for the clampdown

They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!

When we’re working for the clampdown

 

We will teach our twisted speech

To the young believers

We will train our blue-eyed men

To be young believers

 

The judge said five to ten but I say double that again

I’m not working for the clampdown

No man born with a living soul

Can be working for the clampdown

 

Kick over the wall ‘cause government’s to fall

How can you refuse it?

Let fury have the hour, anger can be power

Do you know that you can use it?

 

The voices in your head are calling

Stop wasting your time, there’s nothing coming

Only a fool would think someone could save you

 

The men at the factory are old and cunning

You don’t owe nothing, so boy, get running

It’s the best years of your life they want to steal

 

You grow up and you calm down

And you’re working for the clampdown

You start wearing the blue and brown

And you’re working for the clampdown

 

So you got someone to boss around

It makes you feel big now

You drift until you brutalize

You made your first kill now

 

In these days of evil presidentes

Working for the clampdown

But lately one or two has fully paid their due

For working for the clampdown

 

Ha, get along, get along

Working for the clampdown

Ha, get along, get along

Working for the clampdown

 

Yeah, I’m working hard in Harrisburg

Working hard in Petersburg

Working for the clampdown

Working for the clampdown

 

Begging to be melted down

Work, work, work

And I give away no secrets

Work, more work, more work