One, two, one, two, three,
Things were rather different
in great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles
and made them work for no pay
He took everything they owned
and yet still demanded more
Now I'm rather more subtle, I say,
I'll tell you what I will do
I'll do everything I can to try and help you
And you'll be helping me, I say,
and I'll see that you're alright
You can have a place of your own,
you can even pretend to be white
And you won't have to worry,
I'll have a quiet word with your mates
they'll have enough on their plate
I'll put a bit in their mouths,
you just pull hard on the reins
They'll do anything for you and
You'll be so much better off, I say,
you can share my paradise
Just sign my piece of paper
and I'll organize your life
And it never fails, it does the trick,
So me and my dear wife and
Great granddad got his dukedom
when slavery was abolished
Dear old dad became a viscount
when the Empire was finished
We're a thousand times richer,
A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet,
waits for its call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
She's working under a system that
Trapped inside a world of labor and heat
So that she and her children
The trumpet is patriarchy, it's
Where the limited power is
Where women work in the open,
There's one solution, and this is it
The dog leaps on the gramo
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