Burn The Rich - The Blow Monkeys

作词：Robert Howard

作曲：Robert Howard

Don't be

Put off

Or dispossessed

By the

Clawing of angels

By the giveaway price

Of your birthright

You will never savor

The fruits of your labor

Back in the rain

The city weeps

A private pain

You are taught to respect

The worst

In this world

From the day

You were born

You were always

Gonna be a

Time bomb

What have

I got to hide

What have

I got to hide

Time bomb

You're saying burn the rich

You're saying burn the rich

A bullet in the brain

Never done any harm

You claim

But you will never savor

The fruits of your labor

These days the children

Are old before their time

So am I

What have

I got to hide

What have

I got to hide

What have

I got to hide

What have

I got to hide

You know your place

Ain't in the ditch

So burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

You know your place

Ain't in the ditch

Mmm you know

Your place

Ain't in the ditch