So you're tired of hearing us moan and complain,
Just 'cause you don't feel it,
Don't mean there's no pain.
Some are brought up and let down,
Then run through the course,
While they're able to fuck us and feel no remorse.
Oh Oh Oh! (x4)
Well you've turned on your own,
Kicked dirt in our faces,
We're left with no money, no work, no paces,
Just think what you'd do
If you were in our place,
While reality's waiting, you're taking up space
Are you happy? Are you proud?
Then sing real loud!