Lyrics of (ready to shake the scheme of things?)

The black & white racial disharmony
Is just a cover story
Conducted to hide the fact
That working class people
Are still being kicked
All over the place
Work is nothing but a diversion
Something you are supposed to do
According to the rules
Made up by who?
A long, long tome ago
A slow death tailored to suit you
And it's all being designed to say:
"let's keep another of the fuckers down"
Rest, that is sleep,
You can have plenty of
'cos while you are asleep, you are peaceful
And don't give the authorities
Any trouble
Twelve hours a night, seven days a week
No problem
And it's all being designed to say:
"let's keep another of the fuckers down"
Play - what paly?
Can't afford the boat show or a yacht
All the cinemas are gone now
The few that we had
So tell me - what we got left
Except reggae - and dancing
And it's all been designed to say:
"let's keep another of the fuckers down"
Set we free