Hey Mr parasite
Throw your neck to the block wheeze a deep death rattle
Hate in a paradigm
You can take what you want, cos the rest don't matter
Do you want a generation with an answer?
Hold yourself to account as a chancer
Go and save me a space on the other side
Hold yourself to account in the candlelight
You were Late to the afterlife
You've been riding hard on the human cattle
When you come down I'll be standing by
And I'll dine out on the coins I remove from your eyes
If you wanna see a vision of the future
Picture a boot stamping on a human face forever
Yeah, you wanna see a vision of the future
Picture a boot stamping on a human face forever
High overhead, moon and planets and stars
Swung in their long smooth curves
They had no eyes and they saw not
Yet from the time when mans' fancy first formed within him
He has imagined that they looked down upon the earth
And if so we may still imagine
And if they looked down upon the earth that night
What did they see
Then we must say that they saw no change
Though smoke from stacks and chimneys and camp-fires
No longer rose to dim the atmosphere
Yet smoke still rose from volcanoes and from forest-fires
Seen even from the moon
The planet that night must have shown
Only with its accustomed splendour
No brighter, no dimmer
If you wanna see a vision of the future
Picture a boot stamping on a human face forever
Yeah, you wanna see a vision of the future
Go Picture a boot stamping on a human face forever
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