Bob Vylan Lyric a day

Women daring to speak up
And all those black fatherless yobs
I swear this place has gone insane

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Run up in the set, we killing everything, woah yeah

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Fuck the fucking supreme fucking court.

'Don't worry, mister, we're the weirdos'

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Little by little I was chipping away

And I wasn't a pro on the very first day

It doesn't matter, kept cracking along

And what started as a whistle ended up as a song

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They'll never take me alive
I survived, I survived, I survived

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I learnt things are better left unsaid
So you can read Karl Marx till you're blue in the face
If you've never left the house with a tool by your waist

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Take a look at this place
It's a fucking mess

#BobVylan

Fight, fight, fight, just as hard as you can
Change your luck, change your style, change the cards in your hand
I know life's getting peak, it's a mountain to climb
With the worry in your heart and that doubt on your mind

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Kill for your country, it's mourning time
Sounds of war on the Northern line

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Sunday roast, choking down some gammon (Yum)
All these rules, things he just can't say, he just can't understand them (Uh uh)

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Killing every Union Jack Sparrow I find on the island (Every one)
Hardly surprising: colonisers colonising (Hardly surprising)

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The government, they're not helping no one out, except for the rich people
There's a lot of wealth in this city
And that's who the government is looking out for

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Gurriers

They were my downfall!

Oi, what's all the talk about? (What's it all about)
Why are they still here?
Walk 'em out (Right)
Election comes and they all pour out (There they go again)

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Nobody wants a punch in the face, 'cause when you get punched in the face it hurts

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Way too smart man I'm way too rude
Way too fast, way too aggy

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From Jamaica to Lahore, stolen land and stolen diamonds
All achieved by violence, and like they're enlightene

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'Cause England's ending, death's still pending
Where's that money you spent?

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Upper-class Marx dressed as working-class liberals
Which oppressed group can you save before your dinner's due?
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This one's a little personal - specially for the fans a #DCFC and #LCFC 😁

You're going down, down, down, down, down, down, down
You're going down, down, down, down, down, down, down

#BobVylan

Nah, Bob Vylan got robbed for the Mercury
Yeah, I know it's insane
Try throw dirt on my name
On the rise once again

#BobVylan

Fuck your magazine and fuck your readership

We may need to look this boy up when the revolution comes around 🙉

'I met a man on my travels
He sold guns for a living

At twelve hundred a pop for a clean one

He was making a killing'

#BobVylan

Fuck empire
Fuck the Butcher's Apron
FUCK colonisation

'From Jamaica to Lahore, stolen land and stolen diamonds

All achieved by violence, and like they're enlightened'

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We always have, always do, always fucking will Bob

'Desperate times, desperate measures

The news says we're in this together

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫'

#BobVylan

This week - Starver Starmer gave £3b to Thames Water to bail out their share holders.

Next day - announced £5b in cuts to our most vulnerable citizens.

We can't shout this enough...

'Lynch your leaders'

#BobVylan

Seems like price of life's on the rise again
Wait, someone lend me a fiver then

#BobVylan

Don't worry, mister, we're the weirdos
Mortal man, we don't fear those

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When we started this account we had no fucking idea how difficult it would be to maintain access to it - and how easy it is to get locked out!

'See me on that motherfucking, yeah'

#BobVylan