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The production alias of Sean De Souza. Collaborations from Chris Purcell, Amberley Crediton, Michael Ashcroft and Bella Chipperfield are featured on the LP titl
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:39
Lyrics
Take a look around your reign is done. Watch out it’s the end of your fun. The people you’ve led will question your mind and there is no-one to hide behind. The time has come for you to face the wall. The cockerel has sounded its final call. We all saw this coming we hoped for the day. We’re taking this chance to have our say. You’re standing at the podium, you’re out of luck. Final sentence comes as the hammer drops. Your crumbling facade is a shield of steel. The life that you had is no longer real. Save yourself, no-one else, cut and run, profits won. Run. Savour this day when you’re on top of the world. In your name tomorrow the torches will burn. I can see the crowds of thousands march. To take you away for your crimes of the past. Your enemies were slaughtered, your friends got rich. Millions beg while you just b*** . The broken dreams on which you step won’t leave scars with the shoes you wear. One more injustice before you go. A couple more tax breaks for the boys back home. A couple more bombs on a land that’s been scarred. Constant bombardment for doing nothing but. Having fuel for a habit you refuse to kick. When the dealers give you a cut of the winnings. Infallibility no longer your shield but coming clean doesn’t really appeal. Save yourself, it’s all or nothing. Save yourself, because they’re coming. Save yourself from what’s behind you. Save yourself, before they find you. Everything is coming out. It’s crumbling under their doubt. And now we come the end is here. You get exactly what you fear. The world falls apart you’ve left us to burn. I can’t say I’m surprised its come to this end. A host of new addictions and a taste for expense. And it all falls away in a crunch we can’t stop. A world to repair but you don’t seem to know. A trust fund can still fuel your life in the sun. You vanish to be waited on by those with no roof. Who will happily settle for the pennies you choose. You’ve saved yourself again, corruption your friend. I know some day this will happen again.
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