 New homes for idle hands lyrics ( Propaghandi )   
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 Rate New Homes For Idle Hands
Artist : Propaghandi
Song : New homes for idle hands
Suburbs tremble again, fearing the have-nots at
the window, collecting their fair share. guns and
alarms aren’t enough. they demand justice, and
every criminal locked away, as well as any kid
wh
Ht do something wrong. there’s a jail out of town
with fences so high we won’t think about who’s
inside. neighbours are disappearing behind the
bars. kids are doing time for petty crimes. it
don
Tter who they are. it don’t matter that they’re
alive. a warehouse for victims of circumstance.
cops are rounding up slaves; workers that can’t
complain or come late. a workforce behind bars.
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Make gadgets, circuit boards or fix cars. it
don’t matter who they are. it don’t matter that
they’re alive. crime pays, ask the bankers
floating bonds to build cages for the
inner-city’s "
Hands¡± instead of schools. factories with fences
meet the prisons without walls. we shall have your
skulls. they’ll kick you to the ground. you’ll
find yourself employed again. on the inside.
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