MOG

I'm not working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Oh what are we gonna do now?
And I give away no secrets
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
To the young believers
You start wearing blue and brown

You drift until you brutalize
Work, work, work, work
We will teach our twisted speech
They put up a poster saying "We earn more than you"
Working for the clampdown
You don't owe nothing boy get runnin'
Ha get along, get along
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
Begging to be melted down
Taking off his turban they said "Is this man a Jew?"
Work, work
Do you know that you can use it?
Get along, get along
It make you feel big now

No man born with a living soul
Let fury have the hour anger can be power
Only a fool would think someone could save you

We will train our blue-eyed men

Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
The men at the factory are all old and cunning
You make your first kill now

And see the long arm dropped over the school cuisines
Well you grow up and you calm down
The judge said "Five to ten" But I say "Double that again"
Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg

For working for the clampdown

Working for the clampdown
They hit him in the back
Ha get along, get along
In these days of evil presidentes
Work, work
Can be working for the clampdown
Stop wasting your time there's nothing coming
And working for the clampdown

They say I'm now back

Ha get along, get along
Voices in your head are calling
When working for the clampdown
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

To be young believers
Hands facing the crowd as slowly you can click on my
So you got someone to boss around
More work, more work
How can you refuse it?
’Cause working for the clampdown
And you're working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown