Given grief and condescension
for the pleasure of a trip
Down spoken, down trodden
Trying to get to grips
Don't really need to take this ****,
It's been blown out of proportion
How can you tell me where I went wrong
Get the ******* your throne
And try listening to our song
We are trying our hardest,
We are working for your gain,
If you do not want to respect us,
That has been made plain
But we are here
For a reason and that reason still remains
So let us get on with our job
And not hear you complain, complain complain.