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Story behind the song
Slaves to money and all this material.
We have become the cattle to commercial industry.
Lyrics
They'll feed your soul to the money machine,
So steel your mind, against the dark regime.
Queueing at the turnstiles,
Gods you worship fleece you dry,
Their left hand in your wallet,
Waving smiling with the right.
Luring you with their tricks,
You're the human, har vv vest,
Can't run and hide, can't hold your feet.
Just hold your ground, take no defeat.
Fodder for the fat cats,
The price you pay for luxury
There's paw prints on your cheque book,
Selling hope and ecstasy,
When you're buying your next fix
You're the human....harvest.
Their target gained, you're in their sights.
They'll feed your needs, for wrong or right,
Consumers turned to cattle.
Herded to the gate.
Prodded to submission,
don't pass your sell by date.
What will they think of next ?
To their human - harvest.
They'll slice the flesh right from your back,
Eat their fill and build their stack.
Sything through your finance,
money flowing from your wound.
Need to bleed you dry,
Need to reap the harvest soon
You're living on their list,
cos you're the human - harvest.
You're living on their list,
cos you're the human - harvest.
You're the human - harvest.
You are the human - harvest.
