The Invisible Hand Lyrics

Freedom for the rich, nihil pro quid

Now take your pills and swallow their shit

Wages are the weapons of your enemy

Poverty is the chosen death penalty

I've been radicalised by the truth

On the highway to hell's toll booth

In the butcher's own self-interest

Our last line's dead and grave's blessed

Sons and daughters of the motherland

Strangled to death by the invisible hand

Aren't we all already dead

If we can't see the gun to our head

Under the thumb of their control

Bored until you're just another drone

Stripped of all humanity

Till you're just a number on a screen

Starving streets feel sent to war

Shock and awe from the market's brute force

They put us all in their prison

And tell us we're free to make our own decisions

Sons and daughters of the motherland

Strangled to death by the invisible hand

Aren't we all already dead

If we can't see the gun to our head

As it all crashes and slips through their fingertips

The slick still stick with Smith's vile maxim

Till the crown falls from the usurping deceptive

History's chorus will stay oh so repetitive

Oh so repetitive

Sons and daughters of the motherland

Strangled to death by the invisible hand

Aren't we all already dead

If we can't see the gun to our head

Sons and daughters of the motherland

Strangled to death by the invisible hand

Aren't we all already dead

If we can't see the gun to our head