Systematic Death

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[Chorus]
A               G                 
System, system, system - death in 
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life
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System, system, system - the 
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surgeons knife
A               G                
System, system, system - hacking at 
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the cord
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System, system, system - a child is 
born

[Verse 1]
 A                   Em
Poor little fucker, poor little kid
 G                    A
Never asked for life, no she never 
did
 A                 Em
Poor little baby, poor little mite
 Em
Crying out for food as her parents 
fight
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Crying out for food as her parents 
fight

[Chorus]
A               G                
System, system, system - send him
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 to school
A               G                
System, system, system - force 
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him to crawl
A               G                
System, system, system - teach 
      A
him how to cheat
A               G                 
System, system, system - kick him 
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off his feet

[Verse 2]
 A                      Em
Poor little schoolboy, poor little 
lad
        G                      A
They'll pat him if he's good, beat 
him if he's bad
  A                 Em
Poor little kiddy, poor little chap
         Em
They'll force feed his mind with 
their useless crap
 E
Force feed his mind with their 
useless crap

[Chorus]
A               G                
System, system, system - they'll 
         A
teach her how to cook
A               G                
System, system, system - they'll 
       A
teach her how to look
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A               G                
System, system, system - they'll 
           A
teach her all the tricks
A               G           A
System, system, system - create 
another victim for their greasy 
pricks

[Verse 3]
 A                  Em
Poor little girly, poor little wench
  G                       A
Another little object to prod and 
pinch
 A                   Em
Poor little sweety, poor little 
filly
         Em
They'll fuck her mind so they can 
fuck her silly
 E
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her 
silly

[Chorus]
A               G               
System, system, system - he's grown 
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to be a man
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System, system, system - He's 
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been taught to fit the plan
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System, system, system - forty years
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 of jobs
A               G         A
System, system, system - Pushing 
little buttons, pulling little knobs

[Verse 4]
A                     Em
Poor fucking worker, poor little 
serf
 G                       A
Working like a mule for half of what
 he's worth
 A                     Em
Poor fucking grafter, poor little 
gent
 Em
Working for the cash that he's 
already spent
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Working for the cash that he's 
already spent

[Verse 5]
       A
He'll selling his life, she's his 
loyal wife
A
Timid as a mouse, she's got her 
little house
      A
He's got his little car and they 
share the cocktail bar
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She likes to cook his meals, you 
know, something that appeals
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Sometimes he works til late so his 
supper has to wait
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But she doesn't really mind cos he's
 getting overtime
     A
He likes to put a bit away just for 
that rainy day
     A
Cos every little counts when the 
cost of living mounts
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They do the pools each week hoping 
for that lucky break
             A
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do 
all the things they can't afford
              A
She'd really like to have a fur, 
he'd like a bigger car
            A
They could buy a bungalow, with a 
Georgian door for show
          A
He might think of leaving work, but 
no, he wouldn't like to shirk
      A
He'd much prefer to stay and get his
 honest days pay
            A
He's got a life of work ahead, 
there's no rest for the dead
       Em                        
She's tried to make it nice, he's 
        E
said thank you once or twice

[Chorus]
A               G                
System, system, system - deprived
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 of any hope
A               G                
System, system, system - taught 
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they couldn't cope
A               G          A
System, system, system - slaves 
right from the start
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System, system, system - til death 
do them part

[Bridge]
 A                    Em
Poor little fuckers, what a sorry 
pair
 G                              
Had their lives stolen, but they 
  A
didn't really care
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Poor little darlings, just your 
  Em
ordinary folks
 Em
Victims of the system and it's cruel
 jokes
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Victims of the system and it's cruel
 jokes

[Otro]
     A                G           
The couple views the wreckage and 
  A
dreams of home sweet home
       A                 G        
They'd almost paid their mortgage 
          A
when the system dropped its bomb