Poor, poor sad chattering harlequins and mannequins
bare brained and empty skulls hanging loose and bored
Nothing worthwhile or real to do and mamas are no queens
Papas try but it's unskilled work and they're hard laboured
What else to do but hate those who aspire and nurse dreams

Never been to Palaces or ever ridden in a Rolls royce
No one bows to their papas or will ever curtsey respectfully to them
Insignificance and mediocrity are their shadows making vain noise
Opportunities are there but so are drink, *** drugs, techno and grime
But we are too weak with vacant heads to make real proper choice

It's easier to hate, fling nonsense and blame those that have guts
Hide in murky births and envy achievements because you stink
Informed minds know cowards target others to distract their faults
Keyboard dissenters playing Che Guevara when they're silly finks
Fantasizing doom and gloom while some hold millions in vaults

Hahaha   hahaha   hahaha...oh children of the Revolution
How pathetic you are with simple minds and neurosis galore
Don't blame me for your absent fathers or ignorant parentage
Sorry you can't drive a Merc or open up to a posh grand parlour
Go troll some more and live in delusion that's your only frontage

Hahaha hahaha haha.....poor pathetic souls, poor subhumans
hahaha