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Face to faces Face to faces Free money, mate. just fill in the form and if you can’t I can help you Put yourself in the queue and I’ll come out to you Job rocker, no sweat, passport, national insurance document Is it right to analyze in a general sense the capital machine Its workings and what they mean Passive articles on political debate Its implications are fucking meaningless, mate Really we get a hole, fill it up, make it bigger After about a fucking year throw you back in This is the nature of everything alive Kill yourself trying to crawl out of the dive Everyone spits at you, even your wife No skunk, I need to be pissed up to smoke that shit You cunt Face to faces Face to faces Face to faces, alive Face to faces New build, new bricks New methods, old tricks Enchantment on the high seas Letras de cancionesNick Clegg wants another chance, really? This daylight robbery is now so fucking hateful It’s accepted by the vast majority In chains years from now Who’s that tit? Don’t matter who that tit is He’s still with us In our arses, in our food, in our brains and in our death In our failure to grab hold of what fucking little we have left We have lost the sight and in the loss of sight We have lost our fucking minds, alright Face to faces Face to faces Face to faces, alive Face to faces Dead in the air, choking on work air It’s now accepted to fill your role with illness It’s accepted, no vetting No roles overlooked in times of outside circumstances The ventilation is laced with hopeful sycophants On a cash promise dicing with the death of a dead promise Boris on a bike, quick knock the cunt over The man of the people is now a man with no temples Blood falls out of his head like policy In the fucking U-turn department The ark carries the rich each room reserved for the niblet Lords of the acre, owners and fucking piss-takers Face to faces Face to faces Face to faces, alive Face to faces Face to faces Face to faces Face to faces, alive Face to faces, alive Face to faces From Letras Mania