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One of my own songs again. Here's how to play it:
I'm gonna need a job for the summer
maybe at the bank
I'm gonna need a fucking gun for the summer
at the same fucking bank
But why bother when the sun is shining?
I get along fine on shoplifted beer and borrowed weed
and there's a parkbench to sleep on when I succeed
You talk about working class solidarity
and you talk like a book
I don't wanna hold hands with fucking
bank employees, racists and krooks (sorry krooks)
and sometimes I think that the whole movement
is just being me
and the only class war that I fight is me being out of money
well my ideology is simply hate
and the only thing that represents me
is a molotov in the rich mans face!!