The Minutemen 

 

  

 

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  Don't preach their structure, their society Perverted ideas of reality And words like freedom, they come an' call And words like hate, and war, and all that's lost I can't follow a man on a white horse Who's in control, they all look to course Tyranny is the real word Voices and opinions are never heard They all work, they're the working mass They all work for the ruling class The State relies on the working man They praise the party and the fatherland They all reel to the party elite All enslaved to the Fascists