The Infested - Discipline | Текст песни

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• The Infested
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Discipline the youths. Send them to prison.
Teach them a lesson. They'll never break again.

So you get outta prison and you're looking for a job.
But you got this fuckin record. No one will take you on.
Parents dis-owned you. So you got no place to live.
Soon your back behind bars for dealing heroin.

[Chorus:]
(What choice did you have?)
The system isn't working and is making things worse.
Prison ain't the answer for immense discipline.

I don't have the solution to your crime pollution.
But surely the answer lies at the root of the problem?

If you were brought up in poverty on a rough estate.
Surely that could be the reason why you choose to share such hate?
Domestic violence? Brought up with no dad?
And the government wonders why you act so bad.

[Chorus]

So you get outta prison and you're looking for a job.
But you got this fuckin record. No one will take you on.
Parents dis-owned you. So you got no place to live.
Soon your back behind bars for dealing heroin.

[Chorus]


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