Hey you, wealthy scum bags! All you can do is only to destruct My mind, my honor, my way of life Doing everything that can deny Wasting money, given by your mummy Making friends using visa cards If there was a chance to be a something like you I would feed the children, I would drunk my lads
Chorus: Don’t forget about the working class boys They have the power they have the voice Don’t forget about the working class boys Please remember before you have no choice
Yeah, I know your career is brilliant Your father will turn the world inside Because his children have to live in favour Just because you’re the splendid son But do remember there’s something deep inside of it There’s someone who makes your dress and food If there was a reason for the riot We would burn your house we would burn it good
So hey you persons from the V.I.P zone Living in a castles, buying tough stones You’ve got some time to be a ruling class But there’s no reason to forget about us Time won’t wait everything is changing Soon your orders would not have some weight All the workers would be laughing at you They’d be spitting at your fucking face