Lyrics

That one percent that live above us all, kept in power 'til the blues do fall As the rich get richer, and leave the rest to rot, it's the working class that foot the bill regardless if they can or not They represent the interests of the few, a privileged world view - austerity to fix a deficit made by the rich but at what cost? Why must we pay for what they've lost? Five years of manifesto and tory ego, more tears for spending cuts straight from the public's guts With a minority claiming victory, for this we did not vote They've got some nerve, these absentees These unobserved I cannot serve what I cannot see, so show your eights and aces, your airs and graces Your dirty faces make me smile, so wild, so fucking infantile