The Exploited - False Hopes | Текст песни

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They're out to kill the working class
That means you and me
Maggie knows she can go and stuff
Her non-working policies

False hopes, job creation
Affecting you and me

False hopes like job creations
Are there to keep you down
Strawns in the wind for the working man
Create won't but misery

Columns of the living dead
No voices to hear their plight
Stumble on aimlessly every day
To a perpetual night

The working man is dying
Now robots take his place
And soon it will be your turn
To be redundant from the human race