Politicians and ministers living in
Higher classes than me
Lift themselves up but push you down
‘Cause they think it’s the best place for me
Cast you down, turn the other cheek
But that doesn’t make enough sense to us
Sitting in their leather armchairs
Wonderin’ “who the hell’s making all the fuss?”
Your face marked by a frown
Every time we go to town
Their eyes behind closed doors
Are lookin’ at you
We’ll fight on, we won’t give up till we see
Sooner or later we’ll break through and we will get
They don’t seem to realise the picture that
I’m on my way to victory, I see it so why can’t you?
Politicians and ministers living in
Higher classes than me
Lift themselves up but push you down
‘Cause they think it’s the best place for me
Cast you down, turn the other cheek
But that doesn’t make enough sense to us
Sitting in their leather armchairs
Wonderin’ “who the hell’s making all the fuss?”
Your face marked by a frown
Every time we go to town
Their eyes behind closed doors
Are lookin’ at you
We’ll fight on, we won’t give up till we see
Sooner or later we’ll break through and we will get
They don’t seem to realise the picture that
I’m on my way to victory, I see it so why can’t you?
Your face marked by a frown
Every time we go to town
Their eyes behind closed doors
Are lookin’ at you
We’ll fight on, we won’t give up till we see
Sooner or later we’ll break through and we will get
They don’t seem to realise the picture that
I’m on my way to victory, I see it so why can’t you?
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