Chumbawamba: Liberation

There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeatNever that cycle incompleteNever enough to tip the scalesToo many people rotting in jailsOr bloodied on the battlefieldsThe history books from every ageHave the same words written on every pageAlways starting with 'Revolution'And ending with 'Capitulation'Always silenced by the truncheonOr bought out with concessionsAlways repetition...Repetition... repetition... repetition...(Repeat)'I'm the boss of the factory'I'm in charge of the U.K.C.'Shopfloor workers run and fetch'As I sit around and smugly watch'And the process makes me stinking rich'We're all links in the factory chainAnd the chain grows longer day by dayAnd whilst we're apartThe process won't stopRepetition... repetition... repetition...(Repeat)But we're kept apart by philosophiesAnd moral stances and policiesWe'll be stuck in our own little ghettos forever'Til we start to work togetherTogether... Together... Together... Together in the open or together in our little heaven?Fighting for total change, or working for concessions?Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given?Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission?Even though we disagree we share a common enemyOur methods may not be the sameBut together we can break the chainDifferent aims, different means, with common ground in betweenDon't sit back, it's time to actThis life is ours, let's snatch it backEven though we disagree we share a common enemyOur methods may not be the sameBut together we can break the chainDifferent aims, different means, with common ground in betweenDon't sit back, it's time to actThis life is ours, let's snatch it backThe time has come to make a choiceStop taking orders from His Master's Voice!