Fraudulent Land - 1989 - The Gone Kids

[verse] They sell us work with broken clocks, hours vanish, wages bleed. Hands are traded like cheap tokens, dreams dissolved in corporate greed. [chorus – shouted, furious] Fraudulent land, they build empires on our backs. Fraudulent land, every handshake is an attack. [verse – clipped delivery] Contracts signed in smoke and silence, laws rewritten in the night. The ledger hides a thousand bodies, but they call it legal right. [bridge – bass and drums only, vocals sharp and bitter] We are numbers, filed and folded, bought and sold for another plan. They own the ashes, but not the hands. [chorus – raw, screamed] Fraudulent land, no justice in the sand. Fraudulent land, we take it back by hand. [outro – feedback rising, voice cracks into noise] Fraudulent… land…