Música para trabajar.
Probando flipagram con lo q mas abunda en mi instagram… O casi. (en Parque Torre Ramona)
We’re the first ones to starve, we’re the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we’re always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat’s about
And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who’s given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we’ve never owned one lousy handful of earth?
Things get worse with every hour
The future fades into the past
All they want is total power
Climbing on the backs of the working class.
We don’t wanna be part of no new religion
We don’t need a boot and a switchblade knife
We don’t wanna be part of a political dream
We just wanna get on living our lives