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While you sleep in the comfort of your bed
Someone's coming after you
When you wake to the billboards on your way to work
Someone's coming after you

They're stealing your lives and they're selling them back to you
And look at the lives we waste
They're feeding the lines in the interest of commerce
Excuses for wars we wage

They've got the bombs and the guns
To look after the country's economy
But we've got a plan to take back all the hours
And days and the years they take

We say we'll smoke this city to the filter
We'll empty every bottle, you'll see us by the river
Bring back those things you can't remember
Like smiling in the winter

You're smiling while they burn your lives
Burn your lives
And you've heard their lies
You've heard their lies