Song From The Underground Well

Gift Horse Mouth
I�m tired of keeping my mouth shut,
As they fuck us like a two-bob cheap slut,
Throw money in a cesspit, yes but,
When it�s from my pocket I�m screaming now.
Talking down like we�re here to serve them,
Well I�m not buying into low-paid serfdom,
You say you�ll give them just what they�re worth, then
Take it from my pocket and I�m screaming now.
It�s time to rise up,
Because no more will I take it.
I�m getting up to put you down, down, down.
Running round like a headless chicken,
Can�t afford a bucket to be sick in,
Then they dish out even more ass-kicking,
Take it from my pocket and I�m screaming now.
Suits and boots in their new cars drivin�,
We all struggle but the pigs are thrivin�
These times are so hard to just stay alive in,
Nothing in my pocket and I�m screaming now.
It�s time to rise up,
Because no more will I take it.
I�m getting up to put you down.
Get sick of trying,
When you know you�ll never make it.
I�m getting up to put you down, down, down.
One day we�re gonna do things my way,
Suits will quiver when I get my say,
I know we�ll flourish when it gets to my day,
But when it�s from my pocket I�m screaming now.
It�s time to rise up,
Because no more will I take it.
I�m getting up to put you down.
Get sick of trying,
When you know you�ll never make it.
I�m getting up to put you down, down, down,
I�m gonna pound the daylights out of you.