Rise up from the sinking land
Feel the weight of the government's hand
Rotas, quotas, laws and rules
Suited men from the public schools
Shout at us to down our tools
But dont give a damn about washed up fools
Hold your heads up to the sky
Stand together to survive
With strong hearts and minds
Rich sprees are at and end
The time has come to make and mend
Invest in people carry that friend
Money don't count with a ballpoint pen
Throw behind you rampant greed
And remember those people in constant need
Chr.
Bankers, Balifs dash for cash
The lawyers to have burned and crashed
See the jaded farmer with the wasteland corn
See the hammer knocking down his door
Rich sprees are at and end
The time has come to make and mend
Throw behind you rampant greed
And remember those people in constant need
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