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You must face the keepers
of liberty and life
Join the groove seekers
an ideal that never dies

If thinkin is your trouble
abandon the rules of domination
Be ready for the old struggle
for the endless liberation

The cost of their gains
is the blood in our veins
We sell it for a few grains

Arrest us for being in a brawl
We're restless and won't crawl
By your morality we won't fall