There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat   Never that cycle incomplete   Never enough to tip the scales   Too many people rotting in jails   Or bloodied on the battlefields   The history books from every age   Have the same words written on every page   Always starting with 'Revolution'   And ending with 'Capitulation'   Always silenced by the truncheon   Or bought out with concessions   Always repetition...   Repetition... repetition... repetition...   (Repeat)   'I'm the boss of the factory   'I'm in charge of the U.K.C.   'Shopfloor workers run and fetch   'As I sit around and smugly watch   'And the process makes me stinking rich'   We're all links in the factory chain   And the chain grows longer day by day   And whilst we're apart   The process won't stop   Repetition... repetition... repetition...   (Repeat)   But we're kept apart by philosophies   And moral stances and policies   We'll be stuck in our own little ghettos forever   'Til we start to work together   Together... Together... Together... Together in the open or together in our little heaven?   Fighting for total change, or working for concessions?   Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given?   Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission?   Even though we disagree we share a common enemy   Our methods may not be the same   But together we can break the chain   Different aims, different means, with common ground in between   Don't sit back, it's time to act   This life is ours, let's snatch it back   Even though we disagree we share a common enemy   Our methods may not be the same   But together we can break the chain   Different aims, different means, with common ground in between   Don't sit back, it's time to act   This life is ours, let's snatch it back   The time has come to make a choice   Stop taking orders from His Master's Voice!