Ahh.....there there victims
why are you throwing tantrums
poor things,
look, you are flinging your bangles out of your cheap prams
yelling and moaning like the indulgent runts you all are
Is it because
you all have no titles
Is it because you feel so inferior cause you're born
on the wrong side of town
Is it because mama and papa never have enough for luxuries
and you get free milk and free school dinners
Or perhaps, you're mad and angry because papa left you nufink
and the posh boys laugh at you because you're *****
and you smell

Ahh.....there there victims
your madness and anger tell your story
poor little things
look how you struggle in the struggles all red-faced and enraged
spitting fire and brimstones as your inferiority complexes burn
and naked hatred consumes you
you hate yourselves, you hate your world, you hate those that have
you blame the rich and successful
you dream of eating the rich to save the poor
as they tell you, you have nothing to loose but your chains
but you've already lost your heads, minds and inheritances
and ignorance and naked hate are your cold lovers
so go f--k them as they in turn, f--k you up good
you are all victims in crazed passion
Ahh.....there there victims