(Verse 1) Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a world where capitalism runs wild and free Open your eyes, comrades, look up to the skies and see I'm just a socialist, I need no bourgeoisie sympathy
(Pre-Chorus) Because I'm easy come, easy go, sharing wealth, sharing woes Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
(Chorus) Mama, just killed the profit, put my hammer against its head Pulled the trigger, now it's dead Mama, capitalism had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away
(Verse 2) Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make them cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if class struggle really matters
(Pre-Chorus) Too late, my time has come Sent shivers down the bourgeoisie spine Body's aching all the time Goodbye, everyone, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
(Chorus) Mama, ooh, I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been a capitalist at all
(Guitar Solo)
(Verse 3) I see a little silhouetto of a planned economy Comrades, comrades, will you do the redistribution dance? Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me Karl Marx, Karl Marx Karl Marx, Karl Marx Karl Marx, collectivize
(Verse 4) I'm just a poor worker, nobody loves me He's just a poor worker from a proletarian family Spare him his life from this bourgeoisie monstrosity
(Chorus) Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go)(Never) Never let you go (Let me go) (Never) let you go (Let me go) Ah No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
(Verse 5) So you think you can stop me and spit on my creed? So you think you can love greed and leave me to bleed? Oh, comrades, can't do this to me, comrades Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
(Chorus) (Verse 6) Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows...
- Dirt_Owl [comrade/them, they/them]·1 year ago