One, two, three, four
Hey, hey
Ooh

Jimmy's outside
But you can't take him back for the drama of design
They hit him in the back
And see the long arm dropped over the school cuisines
They say now back
And hands facing the sidewalk as they slowly click on

What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a jew?
'Cause working for the clampdown
They put up a poster sayin' we earn more than you
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten but I say double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing comin'
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunnin'
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down and
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown and
You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
Ha!, gitalong, gitalong
Working for the clampdown
Ha! gitalong! gitalong
Working for the clampdown

Yea, I'm working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha!, gitalong, gitalong
Beggin' to be melted down
Gitalong, gitalong
Work
Work
Work
And I give away no secrets, ha
Work
More work
More work
Work...