systematic death

crass

system

system

system. death in life. system

system

system. the surgeons knife. system

system

system. hacking at the cord. system

system

system. a child is born. poor little fucker

poor little kid

never asked for life

no she never did. poor little baby

poor little mite

crying out for food as her parents fight. crying out for food as her parents fight. system

system

system. send him to school. system

system

system. force him to crawl. system

system

system. teach him how to cheat. system

system

system. kick him off his feet. poor little schoolboy

poor little lad

they'll pat him if he's good and they'll beat him if he's bad. poor little kiddy

poor little chap

they'll force feed his mind with their useless crap. they'll force feed his mind with their useless crap. system

system

system. they'll teach her how to cook. system

system

system. teach her how to look. system

system

system. they'll teach her all the tricks

system

system

system. create another victim for their greasy pricks. poor little girly

poor little wench

another little object to prod and pinch. poor little sweety

poor little filly

they'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly. they'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly. system

system

system. he's grown to be a man. system

system

system. taught to fit the plan. system

system

system. forty years of jobs. system

system

system. pushing little buttons

pulling little knobs. poor fucking worker

poor little serf

working like a mule for half of what he's worth. poor fucking grafter

poor little gent

working for the cash that he's already spent. working for the cash that he's already spent. he's selling his life

she's his loyal wife

timid as a mouse

she's got her little house

he's got his little car

and they share the cocktail bar

she likes to cook his meals

you know

something that appeals. sometimes he works til late

so his supper has to wait

but she doesn't really mind

cos he's getting overtime. he likes to put a bit away

just for that rainy day

cos every little counts

as the cost of living mounts. they do the pools each week

hoping for that lucky break. then they'd take a trip abroad

do all the things they can't afford. she'd really like to have a fur

he's like a bigger car. they could buy a bungalow

with a georgian door for show. he might think of leaving work

but no

he wouldn't like a shirk. he'd much prefer to stay

and get his honest days pay. he's got a life of work ahead

there's no rest for the dead. she's tried to make it nice

he's said thank you once or twice. system

system

system. deprived of any hope. system

system

system. taught they couldn't cope. system

system

system. slaves right from the start. system

system

system. til death do them part. poor little fuckers

what a sorry pair

had their lives stolen

but they didn't really care. poor little darlings

just your ordinary folks

victims of the system and it's cruel jokes. victims of the system and it's cruel jokes. the couple views the wreckage

and dreams of home sweet home

they'd almost paid the mortgage

then the system dropped its bomb.