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An Anonymous Worker

"National Anathema" (karaoke)

"National Anathema" (sheet music)


Our country is not free.

There is no liberty.

But still we sing.

Land where we're full of pride

Because our parents died

On this and not the other side.

Let freedom sting.

 

Our country is depraved.

Its workers are enslaved.

But now we sing.

Land where all hope has died,

Where justice is denied,

Except to those who are inside.

Let freedom sting.

 

Our country once was free

With opportunity.

But now we sing.

Land where the few divide

The wealth workers provide.

The parasites are satisfied

To let freedom sting.


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