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[Verse 1]
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Around the table sat the people
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Some were eating some were starving for
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There was never quite enough
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For each to have a share
[Verse 2]
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Every day there was a murder
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Or a knifing with someone shouting
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"Get your hands off you bastard
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That's my food you're eating"
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"That's nothing, nothing son, son, son", blamed the blackguard
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Women didn't even get a ruping
[Chorus]
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Every day an insane scramble just to get enough
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They would rather kill someone than let somebody get too much
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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There was much din and they argued
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About the meaning of these things
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Some said the pittance should be shared out equally
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But some of them said it proved man was evil
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As they tucked into their enormous share
[Chorus]
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But the wisest of them said: "till there's enough to go around
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The men's scramble will continue fight to bring the system down"
