Life, such a bountiful supply
For an inspiration garden
The public eats the war and some do I
Fight with spears and pens and mics
There’s no shortage of oppression
So draw until the wells of hell are dry

I forget the seeds sometimes
That grew to angry anthems
Like gasping for the diamonds not the mines
Art, the best I've done by far
Is all about the class war
I should send the poor a thank you card

May we drink from the vibrant lake of misery
And brew me ale from sorrow's stream
And weep into the rabble ocean
Sing rhymes of poverty

Rain ain't gonna stop today
There's no shortage of oppression
So hold your head up high and drink the pain

May we drink from the vibrant lake of misery
And brew me ale from sorrow's stream
And weep into the rabble ocean
Sing rhymes of poverty
Sing rhymes of poverty
Sing rhymes of poverty