Liberteer Feast Of Industry
Staving off hunger
We sold them our
Dignity, honour
Labour for bread
And so it came to pass
That industry ate us
Poverty exists
As long as
Property remains
Chains on our wrists
And so it came to pass
That industry ate us
And so it came to pass
We slaved until we died
Property is poverty, feast of industry
never-ending land lessee, feast of industry
Work is proscribed as a privilege
They make us compete for our labour
That we feel lucky punching their clock
To sweat beside our hungry neighbour
If ever hungry and out of favour
Unemployed and unfed
If they deny these basic things
Then take your share of bread
Take it
