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Lyrics - Season Of The Witch
| Across the shattered city lands Where ghosts of factories still stand Where the young children play You can smell the decay Destructive signs of angry youth Are violent repocussions of the truth You can hold on to me I will hold on to you |
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| This is the season of the witch This is no way to treat the poor This is the nation for the rich They get their foot in every door They try to tell us how to play They try to teach us how to give If there is one thing I can say They never show us how to live - down |
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| Their gilded limosines glide home Our city fathers on their phones In their heavenly shell So protected from hell They sit so far removed in rooms of ..... Is making easy money such a crime? These are our games they say Just be grateful to play |
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© 1990, Music: ARK, Lyrics: Ant Short |
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A tirade on the Thatcherite ways of greed.