Wigwam Proletarian Lyrics

Worn through by now, all spent..my pain
property, trickery; Political treasury, politics,,
lush lies
Bitterness, repeating myself, impotence;
and the pink backs, suction-directed..us being breathed
into stupor; sucking
Scabbing. Scrathing..I'm punished-
The Mob ever drunker; comrades,,
there always.
And the leaders, the bosses, responsibility flags, salaries soar-
craftsmanship grows, competence decays