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When all the greed caused the world to crack;
It’s time to read them the riot act.
I’ll throw the trapdoor to great applause;
I’m not here and I never was.
Take control of the means of production
Initiate the eve of their destruction.
For he who loves the company
Will forever be dead to me, dead to me...
This is the soundtrack to losing, whatever glamour seemed amusing
Break out the soundtrack to losing, all of the power they’re abusing...
This is our last stand in demanding
Give back all you’ve taken or be no mistaking that
There will be blood and a chalk line
We’re packing a shotgun, the wrath of a god, son
That motherfucker will not be found
The road to Damascus is plagued by your ass, ’cos -
This is the soundtrack to losing, whatever glamour seemed amusing
Break out the soundtrack to losing, all of the power they’re abusing...
It’s coming from the front
It’s coming from the side
It’s coming from above
And underfoot and up behind
All this has happened before, and it will happen again
All this has happened before, and it will happen again
- and again, and again, and again...
And he will die, on his knees
On his knees, on his knees.
He will die, on his knees
As the dollar sighs: thankyou, please...
This is the soundtrack to losing, whatever glamour seemed amusing
Break out the soundtrack to losing, all of the power they’re abusing...
credits
from
Designs,
released February 10, 2017
Music & lyrics by Chris Carter
Produced, recorded & mixed by Tim Reid at Grapevine Studios
Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Audio, NY
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