Proletariat Lyrics

The Mad Capsule Markets

A sheet of paper, a hunk of steel
Proletariat, proletariat
New TV, new car
Proletariat, proletariat
A fashionable song: old fashioned system.
Proletariat, proletariat
But, there will come a fine morning.
Proletariat, proletariat

Proletariat, proletariat
Proletariat, proletariat

A line of wrinkles, a hunk of garbage
Proletariat, proletariat
New commodities, necessary marketing
Proletariat, proletariat
A fashionable song: the repeating system
Proletariat, proletariat
But, let's welcome a fine morning
Proletariat, proletariat
Proletariat, proletariat
Proletariat, proletariat
My day begins; fresh air,
I fill my lungs with it, and spit it out
Polluted by dark smoke

A sheet of paper, a hunk of steel
Proletariat, proletariat
New TV, new car
Proletariat, proletariat
A fashionable song: old fashioned system.
Proletariat, proletariat
But, there will come a fine morning.
Proletariat, proletariat

Proletariat, proletariat
Proletariat, proletariat

My day begins; fresh air,
I fill my lungs with it, and spit it out
Polluted by dark smoke

God, if you're there, please give me
a time of purity, because
Everyday, without fail, I change my filters.

Proletariat, proletariat