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 ‘Let's junk each punk And replace you with heavy metal'
Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites The working man was sacrificed Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites Turned us in to anarchists
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!
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
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
Laws were passed to shake our wills Sent soldiers armed with guns And though 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 us rage against the machine Now carries the name Luddite
Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites This band struggle carries on Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites Won't rest till machines are all gone!
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