you sold out

in the key of G

wrap me in material
endlessly elaborate
contented by the detail
a design of the beautiful

i keep my faith with dreamers
make my beating heart
the treasure chest
write words of just fraternity
and roll them through the printing press

there’s no doubt
you sold out
you sold us
down the river
and climbed out
your status to flout

our master’s worked us to the grave
they legalised iniquity
we downed our tools en masse
and walked away from their economy

so we organised in secret
sewed banners proud, bold and bright
unfurled them on the Commons
hoisted high
up in the light

there’s no doubt
they sold out
they sold us
down the river
they climbed out
their status to flout
yeah, yeah, yeah

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