"The Prole Song" as written by and David Lachlan Thrussell....
We're happy little proles
And we're on our way to work.
We're happy little proles
And we're on out way to work.
The sun shines bright
From the arse of the boss man.
We're moving right ahead,
Yes, we're moving right along.
We're happy little proles
And we're on our way to work.
Sing happy happy, love love,
Sleep sleep sleep.
Sing happy happy, love love,
Sleep sleep sleep.
Microwave oven,
Economic rationalism,
Compassionless capitalism,
Fraudulent wargasm.
We're happy little proles
And we're on our way to work.
We're happy little proles
And we're on out way to work.
We live a lie
And we keep ourselves clean.
We don't know what it is
And we don't know what it means.
We're happy little proles
And we're on our way to work.
We're happy little proles
And we're on out way to work.
The sun shines bright
From the arse of the boss man.
We're moving right ahead,
Yes, we're moving right along.
We're happy little proles
And we're on our way to work.
Sing happy happy, love love,
Sleep sleep sleep.
Sing happy happy, love love,
Sleep sleep sleep.
Microwave oven,
Economic rationalism,
Compassionless capitalism,
Fradulent wargasm.


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"The Prole Song" as written by David Lachlan Thrussell

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