DESCRIPTION:
From "33 Revolutions Per Minute" (1993)
Marxman were a four-piece Marxist hip-hop group with two MCs formed in London in 1989. Their lyrics expounded socialism and an end to economic and social injustice. They are one of only a few groups that combine hip-hop with traditional Irish compositions.

LYRICS: ( Thanks to PaddyRedStar819)

Heels kicking up the dust heading for the town
Dark are the days when the East wore the crown
Marxman to the fore , no we're still not sated
'Cos we've waited too long to be tainted

So, don't come around sniffing pounds 'cos we'll pound ya
Crown ya down ya in the mind bound ya
Into suspense recompense you'll be searching
But to no avail off the rails hurting

Revolution will be live not televised
Systematic breakdown no compromise
Dark days lasting longer I break into a canter
Realise the reason, treason the answer
Deprecate play in the status game
Or cascade into the depths of the slain

Dark are the days

Dark days where I am lurking tasks I can't be shirking
Jerking back and forth working South to North
And East to West bless Oisin and seize
Marxman -- 360 degrees

Dialectic, I abstract act and negate
And no you'll never find me knocking on heavens gate
Religion an illusion opium of the people
Injustice, so I bust this, till we become equal

And so to the news of a day dark
A child was abused man stabbed in the park
The unions rejected nine percent
Lady Di's dress was heaven sent
We got mass confusion therefore mass delusion
Media -- a bourgeois institution

Dark are the days

Beg I won't do, no living to survive
And working nine to five with no job pride
Wages impractical the boss a mister, mister
Treat like a slave for your efforts he's dismissed ya

Docked ya, knocked ya, clean up his slop ya!
Suck up to the bourgeoisie and then they sack ya
Power struggles run amok and we bear the brunt
But Marxman punt to stunt the bourgeois grunts

With past leading present the future consequential
Reform fundamental, revolt potential
West implanted, East now supplanted
Sorry are the selfish ones that ranted
But the Marx spark lit the flame in the heart
And now the West's ways are dark

Dark are the days

Days of darkness watch me as I spark plugs
Bust and discuss thrust, cussed is the heartless
Hark to the poet the one who edutains
Even if I blow it Marxman remains

Cock -- A -- Doodle Doo son Hollis has begun
Run a little lyrical song concoction
Here to put a break on the man
He's got a system but the system's out of hand

Overproduction of food is a crime
When there's mass starvation a nation is dying
How can you justify, stand up and decry
The communist when you stand for all this
Persist in your madness and be damned
As the tables turn to a clenched hand

Dark are the days