I could never keep a beat
Too busy in my paradise
Put a crocodile in high office
And something out of place inside
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
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Fashion play your part
To be workers
While all the time you dance around
And things get fucked and we're to blame
And I couldn't think political blue
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Lyric provided by http://www.sortmusic.com
Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
And motionless we'll slip away
Images are my thoughts too real
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