SLAUGHTERED


Like lambs to the slaughter
You'll follow on to an early grave
'Cos no more sons and daughters
Are gonna live to see old age

 They hold your future
 In the palms of their hands
 No hold on your future
 'Cos they don't understand
 We ain't got a future
 In our father land
 We can't see a future
 'Cos there isn't one planned

Dole queues are on the rise
Prison cells hold a football crowd
I don't want none of your education
I don't need brains to think out loud

Can't you even help yourselves
Don't you know what's going on
Or don't you wanna help yourselves
From now on trust no one

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