Potent Whisper - Us the Workers lyrics

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Potent Whisper - Us the Workers lyrics

[Verse 1] I wake up and make love to hardship Pain cums and pa**es, I dance with its carca** I taste blood, gargle it and pa** it The same savage cycle, I was born into a casket So I've got a line for arms hire Make you lift your arms higher Hot peds, car fire, kids skip with barbed wire Love's suppressed, mums depressed Curtains shut, stuck in bed Counting out the pennies just to buy a loaf of f**in bread My father left his kids to die, he kissed us bye and wished us well He went to live a richer life, his kids survived but live in hell Love's become another myth, this is just a different world Where girls all wanna kiss the guys, but guys are gonna kiss in jail Deadlock wedlock, but prison is a privilege When inside you're fed lots but outside you're nibbling It's poverty, there's lots to feed. Me? I haven't got the P! It's a war, I'm living poor (I can't afford the cost of peace) [Chorus] Us - we're the one's who give sweat and blood Us - we're the ones who don't get enough Us - we're the ones who could settle up! Us. Us Who built Britain? Us, the workers Who are they stickin? Us, the workers Who are they k**in? Us, the workers Now I'm here singing out up the workers! Up the unions, up the workers Up the services, up the nurses Matey they need us, the workers Without us their f**in worthless [Verse 2] I work hard k**in myself in the work yard But I can never make rent which never make sense While the boss man's travelling first cla** But I'm the one who comes to work I'm the one who does the work We're the ones who create the value But we're the ones who suffer the worst Bun work if it means I'm getting getting ripped off Getting left to die by a boss Getting bled dry by a sh** job Gettin boyed boy I'm getting pissed off We're the ones who make the money, we're the ones who made them fat We're the ones who run the country and we're the ones who can take it back! It's war now, I'm worn out Can't do it anymore, let's walk out f** your boss bruv, stuff the lot cuz I ain't gonna be who*ed out Paid a minimum wage and we can't afford the rent, gotta call a friend How can I work 5 days a week then when it gets to pay day - I'm poor again?! I wanna war with them - let's while out Make the boss take a time out What would they do if we strike out? Let's try it now we'll find out that We're the ones who make the money, we're the ones who made them fat We're the ones who run the country and we're the ones who can take it back!

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