A* A* D A*A* A D [Verse 1]A* A* Around the table sat the peopleA D A* Some were eating some were starving forD There was never quite enoughG A* A D G For each to have a share [Verse 2]A* A Every day there was a murderA* A* Or a knifing with someone shoutingContinúa después del anuncioD A* "Get your hands off you bastardA* A That's my food you're eating"D A* "That's nothing, nothing son, son, son", blamed the blackguardD G A* A D G A* A Women didn't even get a ruping [Chorus]G D G A* Every day an insane scramble just to get enoughG D G A* They would rather kill someone than let somebody get too much [Instrumental]A* A A* A* D A [Verse 3]A A* There was much din and they arguedD About the meaning of these thingsA* D G Some said the pittance should be shared out equallyA* A But some of them said it proved man was evilD G A* A As they tucked into their enormous share [Chorus]G D G A* But the wisest of them said: "till there's enough to go aroundG D G A* The men's scramble will continue fight to bring the system down"
Hands Off Or Die
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