You don’t like me cause I don’t kill myself looking for work/You slave away for your fucking boss while I'd rather shirk/You’ve got your ideas worked out obviously I’ve got mine/Are we enemies without a common cause?/Other unemployed bods get raked in to break your strike/Bosses can get wage slaves any time they like/They say their honest workers but I say their fucking cowards/I know who's side I'm on in the class war/I don't know about the others but I'll be there come the time/No one I call comrade will cross any picket line/The bosses and the scabs are my enemy as well/Cause when you strike for you, you strike for me
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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