Ask No Favours Songtext
von The Filaments
Ask No Favours Songtext
Some break, some buckle
But some can′t be tamed
The might of the British Empire
Would soon know his name
With each broken bank vault, his reputation grew
Never knew how to bow to the lecherous few
In the tunnels of New York
His voice echoes far
Where speaking for labour
Can find you behind bars
He roared in defiance
"The Judge can drop dead in his robes"
Contempt for the court didn't even come close
Justice thunders
Arise as one all workers
No more tradition′s chains will bind us
As we claim what's owed us
Ask no favours
Of condescending saviours
Too long they've fed upon our flesh
Smothered us for breath
Colombian oil pays the 16th Brigade
Who wage war upon the locals
Like wolves to their prey
They kidnap and murder, bury in unmarked graves
A six feet ditch as a warning you don′t cause no waves
They call it ′quitarle agua al pez'
They lurk in the euphemism
These bringers of death
Where life′s only value is how much you make for the boss
You don't keep in line, you won′t be no loss
They offer the yellow, no room for the red
The power and money, have too long been in bed
They sanction the torture and more
By murder their blood money made
The profits roll in, as memories fade
But some can′t be tamed
The might of the British Empire
Would soon know his name
With each broken bank vault, his reputation grew
Never knew how to bow to the lecherous few
In the tunnels of New York
His voice echoes far
Where speaking for labour
Can find you behind bars
He roared in defiance
"The Judge can drop dead in his robes"
Contempt for the court didn't even come close
Justice thunders
Arise as one all workers
No more tradition′s chains will bind us
As we claim what's owed us
Ask no favours
Of condescending saviours
Too long they've fed upon our flesh
Smothered us for breath
Colombian oil pays the 16th Brigade
Who wage war upon the locals
Like wolves to their prey
They kidnap and murder, bury in unmarked graves
A six feet ditch as a warning you don′t cause no waves
They call it ′quitarle agua al pez'
They lurk in the euphemism
These bringers of death
Where life′s only value is how much you make for the boss
You don't keep in line, you won′t be no loss
They offer the yellow, no room for the red
The power and money, have too long been in bed
They sanction the torture and more
By murder their blood money made
The profits roll in, as memories fade
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