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can't pay, won't pay - punk aid lyrics

wat tyler, wat tyler, can you tell me where you’ve been?
been down to london town to pay a visit to the queen
wat tyler, wat tyler, can you tell me what you saw?
i saw the queen and all her courtiers cooking up their laws
i saw they’re reintroducing poll tax to pay for their wars
and i saw saatchi & saatchi selling shares to the poor

so you bought bp, bt, ba, bl, and bg
you got thirty pieces of silver for collaborating with the enemy
you’ve been used as a tool to destroy the working class
and you’ve helped to make capitalism popular, at last!

ladies and gentlemen, it gives mе very great pleasurе to announce the floatation of chumbawamba’s record company, agit*prop records; and if ever a record company needed propping it then it would be, you guessed it, agit*prop records
partic*p*tion * that’s the name of the game! you can share in this wonderful offer because we’re not asking the market price of £4 for these newly*printed shares, we’re asking £3.30 pence, which is a saving of 70 pence for yourselves and a profit of 600% for us, which works out at about 260,000 * a cool quarter of a million pounds on the first 5,000 units
ladies and gentlemen, i hope you’ll join with us tonight and let’s hope we can add agit*prop to the great ranks of british companies; paid for by you, the people, for the profit and the benefit of us, the new board of company directors * the shares are now on sale!

between north and south, and rich and poor
divisions getting wider
prop it up, your [?]
your pay packet gets lighter
the battle lines are drawn, stretching right across the map
and design a curtain across watford gap

here comes the officer, knocks on the door
gives to the rich, takes from the poor
where’s robin hood? we want it back!
well we won’t pay your poll tax!
here comes a super, checking on your [?]
[?] you off the electoral roll
civil service, [?]
and we won’t pay your poll tax!

here comes a judge, walks this way
‘oh dear, sir, we’ve all gone away
we’ve gone to the city to blow up the banks
and we won’t pay your poll tax!’

here comes a brick, heading your way
[?], that’s how i’d like to pay
crumbling economy starts to collapse
and we won’t pay your poll tax!
we won’t pay your poll tax!
ever! ever! ever! ever!

- punk aid lyrics

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