Crawl, crawl, crawl

Thousand years of subjugation

Thousand years of rank stagnation
Boot on the neck from off the king
And all his vassal underlings
Insisting on all his rights
Even demands you go and fight
Teaching you how to be his fool
Humiliation making you crawl

Make me crawl
Feel so small
Like you got my head up on a wall
Make me crawl

Three hundred years of peasant clearance
Three hundred years of mass slave trading
Dispossessed from all your rights
Begins the long and bloody night
Mass slaughter and genocide
Eco-doom and suicide
Riding rough-shod over populations
Justifying exploitation

Working in a factory ten hours a day
Forced to church every sunday
Sickness and rickets affect you all
Sugar from the colonies prevents your fall
Kids have to keep their keep
Four in the morning when they should sleep
Sell your labour to avoid the streets
Poor law code sanctions the weak

Capital's gone to overseas neighbours
Taking advantage of cheap labour
Factories attract cobwebs and rust
Machines under a mountain of dust
Commodities cheap, buy don't repair
Landfills grow, households scarce
Consumers programmed by marketing droids
Ethical principles must be destroyed