There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat

Never that cycle incomplete

Never enough to tip the scales

Too many people rotting in jails

Or bloodied on the battlefields

The history books from every age

Have the same words written on every page

Always starting with 'revolution'

And ending with 'capitulation'

Always silenced by the truncheon

Or bought out with concessions

Always repetition...

Repetition... repetition... repetition...

(repeat)

'i'm the boss of the factory

'i'm in charge of the u.k.c.

'shopfloor workers run and fetch

'as i sit around and smugly watch

'and the process makes me stinking rich'

We're all links in the factory chain

And the chain grows longer day by day

And whilst we're apart

The process won't stop

Repetition... repetition... repetition...

(repeat)

But we're kept apart by philosophies

And moral stances and policies

We'll be stuck in our own little ghettos forever

'til we start to work together

Together... together... together... together in the open or together in our little heaven?

Fighting for total change, or working for concessions?

Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given?

Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission?

Even though we disagree we share a common enemy

Our methods may not be the same

But together we can break the chain

Different aims, different means, with common ground in between

Don't sit back, it's time to act

This life is ours, let's snatch it back

Even though we disagree we share a common enemy

Our methods may not be the same

But together we can break the chain

Different aims, different means, with common ground in between

Don't sit back, it's time to act

This life is ours, let's snatch it back

The time has come to make a choice

Stop taking orders from his master's voice!