Tekst:
D O A General Strike

for a general strike. we been out, breakin' our backs. been out workin' gettin' no slack. all week long, payin' those bills. that's just the people, that still got a

army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get

lips, This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp! Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade, A storm of shafts

a stroll through the hole in your head Stab a nigga dead, I'd like to paint the world blood red Flippin' like O.J. Simpson, the Joel Rifkin, covered with

if there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub?