Jeffrey Lewis - Systematic death
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[Intro]
A A G A
A A G A
[Chorus]
ASystem, system, Gsystem - death in lAife
ASystem, system, Gsystem - the surgeons kAnife
ASystem, system, Gsystem - hacking Aat the cord
ASystem, system, Gsystem - a chAild is born
[Verse 1]
PAoor little fucker, pEmoor little kid
NGever asked for life, Ano she never did
PAoor little baby, pEmoor little mite
CEmrying out for food as her parents fight
CErying out for food as her parents fight
[Chorus]
ASystem, system, Gsystem - send him to scAhool
ASystem, system, Gsystem - force him toA crawl
ASystem, system, Gsystem - teach him how Ato cheat
ASystem, system, Gsystem - kick him oAff his feet
[Verse 2]
PAoor little schoolboy, pEmoor little lad
They'll Gpat him if he's good, bAeat him if he's bad
PoAor little kiddy, pEmoor little chap
They'll fEmorce feed his mind with their useless crap
FEorce feed his mind with their useless crap
[Chorus]
ASystem, system, Gsystem - they'll teach herA how to cook
ASystem, system, Gsystem - they'll teach hAer how to look
ASystem, system, Gsystem - they'll teach her aAll the tricks
ASystem, system, Gsystem - creAate another victim for their greasy pricks
[Verse 3]
PAoor little girly, pEmoor little wench
AnGother little object to pArod and pinch
PAoor little sweety, pEmoor little filly
They'll fEmuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
FEuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
[Chorus]
ASystem, system, Gsystem - he's grAown to be a man
ASystem, system, Gsystem - He's been tAaught to fit the plan
ASystem, system, Gsystem - forty yAears of jobs
ASystem, system, Gsystem - PAushing little buttons, pulling little knobs
[Verse 4]
APoor fucking worker, pEmoor little serf
WGorking like a mule for hAalf of what he's worth
PAoor fucking grafter, pEmoor little gent
WEmorking for the cash that he's already spent
WEorking for the cash that he's already spent
[Verse 5]
He'll sAelling his life, she's his loyal wife
ATimid as a mouse, she's got her little house
He's gAot his little car and they share the cocktail bar
She lAikes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals
SAometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait
But she dAoesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime
He liAkes to put a bit away just for that rainy day
Cos eAvery little counts when the cost of living mounts
TAhey do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break
Then they'd tAake a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford
She'd really lAike to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
They could bAuy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show
He might tAhink of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk
He'd mAuch prefer to stay and get his honest days pay
He's got a lAife of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead
She's tEmried to make it nice, he's said thEank you once or twice
[Chorus]
ASystem, system, Gsystem - deprived of aAny hope
ASystem, system, Gsystem - taught theyA couldn't cope
ASystem, system, Gsystem - slAaves right from the start
ASystem, system, Gsystem - til dAeath do them part
[Bridge]
PAoor little fuckers, wEmhat a sorry pair
HGad their lives stolen, but they dAidn't really care
PAoor little darlings, just your oEmrdinary folks
VEmictims of the system and it's cruel jokes
VEictims of the system and it's cruel jokes
[Outro]
The cAouple views the wGreckage and drAeams of home sweet home
They'd Aalmost paid their Gmortgage when the sAystem dropped its bomb