What are we gonna do now?!... Taking off his turban, they said is this man a Jew? 'Cos they're 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 man To be you 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 governments to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'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 runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal You grow up and you calm down You're working for the clampdown You start wearing blue and brown And working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalise Make 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 But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! And I've given away no secrets. Who's barmy now?
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