Don't want to work my arse off in some shit factory/Don't want to dress like a yuppy conform to society/Don't want to bow down to a boss it's nothing to do with me/I just want to be myself I demand to be free/Don't want to hack up carcasses in some butcher's shop/Don't want to work for businesses I want that rot to stop/Don’t want to work the lowest wages because I'm not skilled/Then fired in only two weeks and feel like I've been killed/Don't want to be a resource for the militant capitalist/Don't want to be a taxfile number what a load of shit/Don't want to be forced to be part of something I don't like/You whinging mob of conservatives just get on your bikes
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I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth