Lyrics

Life, such a bountiful supply For an inspiration garden The public eats the war and so do I Fight with spears and pens and mics There's no shortage of oppression So draw until the wells of hell are dry I forget the seeds sometimes That grew to angry anthems Like gasping for the diamonds not the mines Art, the best I've done by far Is all about the class war I should send the poor a thank you card May we drink from the vibrant lake of misery And brew me ale from sorrow's stream And weep into the rabble ocean Sing rhymes of poverty Rain ain't gonna stop today There's no shortage of oppression So hold your head up high and drink the pain May we drink from the vibrant lake of misery And brew me ale from sorrow's stream And weep into the rabble ocean Sing rhymes of poverty Sing rhymes of poverty Sing rhymes of poverty