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| Behold The Noble Prole The road to Utopia Was paved with blood and stone- We were so great in number How could we have known? I am the myth incarnate, Your liver and your soul; And I’ve come back to haunt you – Behold the noble prole. We were building a road to a better world, Free of want and fear, But now the mists have moved away To show the path we steered – The road to Utopia leads straight to a wall, And our work was in vain, ‘Cos the wall don’t want us, The wall don’t want us, The wall don’t want us at all. See how sleek our masters get While we sit in our dirt and sweat. Still it isn’t finished yet, Our Utopia Our Utopia. Hark to what our masters said, Swing your hammer, swing with dread. Hit that rivet on the head But the dream will fall, But the dream will fall And the wall don’t want us, The wall don’t want us, The wall don’t want us at all. Marxists all, in Marx we trust, He will prevail when we are dust, A dream come true, we promise you……. |
| Lyrics published in Shell Connections 2004 by Faber & Faber. Lyrics are copyright of source and no infringement of copyright is intended. Reference: Shell Connections 2004 – New Plays For Young People – Faber & Faber |
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