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letra de domestic terrorist - muddy summers and the dirty field whores

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[verse 1]
you’re here about the man sat in his car
pumped in fumes till he’d gone to far
’cause he couldn’t feed his family
doesn’t make any sense to me

and the woman in her cold dark room
her only light comes from the moon
’cause she can’t afford electricity
doesn’t make any sense to me

folks are nicked for eating from skips
while those in charge l!ck wealth and champagne from their lips
doesn’t make any sense to me

[chorus]
and they call me a domestic terrorist
’cause i can’t sit back while they take the p-ss
but i am proud to be on that growing list
makes sense to me to try and resist

[verse 2]
there’s a load more kids on the street
’cause their parents can’t make ends meet
keep a roof and be able to eat
doesn’t make any sense to me

homes sit empty, it’s illegal to squat
food banks are the norm now if you ain’t got a lot
bumpered blindly by the bourgeoisie
doesn’t make any sense to me

while the bigwig f-cks his secretary
in his second home where he lives rent-free
doesn’t make any sense to me

[chorus]
and they call me a domestic terrorist
’cause i can’t sit back while they take the p-ss
but i am proud to be on that growing list
makes sense to me to try and resist

- muddy summers and the dirty field whores

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