A statement of both hopelessness and recognition of the dismal state of the world for most people.

Originally from the Clash's discography (Three Card Trick, this statement is often overhead in the company of revolutionaries and anarchists.

Represents the dispair that most working shmoes (like most of us are) feel when they work their asses off so that there is something that has been shown and produced (like the players in the three card trick) but who don't even own the means of that production (as if another person owned the deck of cards).

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