Better put down the irons and woods There are chains to be cut I say it’s time for you to find out what it’s really like To hit in the rough Come on, your posh garden parties ain’t foolin’ no one As you flash your cash clips out, They must weigh a ton I’m tellin’ you, your life would be so much better If you just fucked it up
You’ve got squatter envy As the hours drag on like a day The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss It was brimming but you pissed it away
Here’s your new church, blood, body No god, no priest Cause you can’t get to heaven Bustin’ unions, spillin’ jobs in the sea Let the Ash n’ Palm robber barons send their amens Then go back to their bunkers, food rotting in bins Hate the kids, crash the cars, send the checks in Sweetly singing, “Kill me please.”
You’ve got squatter envy As the hours drag on like a day The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss It was brimming but you pissed it away
Rich is poor Poor is rich I say bullshit Gold is grime Hey, that’s just fine Cause I want yours and you want mine
Now gather around, I got a far-fetched story to spin Where we sling, swing, drive, dig, cook, clean, teach for the life you live in And we’ll take the hard knocks if the wages are right But you’ve shown time and time again, you can’t play nice I hope the ropes and pistols send you packin’ On the great junk train to paradise
You’ve got squatter envy As the hours drag on like a day The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss It was brimming but you pissed it awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.