LYRICS:

We were weavers highly skilled 'till things were mechanised
Craft and artisanship killed, a threat to all our lives.

Machines meant the workforce shrunk - you think you’d see us settle
When bosses said ‘lets junk each punk and replace you… with heavy metal'!

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Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites!
The working man was sacrificed.
Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites!
Turned us in to anarchists.

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Industrial revolution; our old life overthrown
So we came up with a solution - a revolution of our own.

Met in the hills and planned to smash their weaving machines of gloom
Hear that sweet music as we bash. A wop bam a loom ahh - A wop bam boom!

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Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites!
Industrial weaving it’s a stitch up.
Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites!
Break the device and smash my switch up.

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We named our movement after Ned Ludd, a folk hero who myth proclaimed
Once reacted in a fit of rage by smashing up some knitting frames.

So we formed the new Luddite army; started to riot - it all went barmy!

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Laws were passed to shake our wills, sent solders armed with guns
Although we tried to break things still, we fought the law - but the law won.

Trial and punishments were seen, it’s clear we lost the fight
But thanks to our rage against the machine, now carries the name
Luddite!

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Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites!
This bands struggles carries on.
Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites!
Won't rest to machines are all gone.