Cra** - The Greatest Working Cla** Rip Off lyrics

Chorus: Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi What a f**ing rip off, oi, oi, oi Another threatening glance, another macho stance Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear Chorus Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing better to give? Why f** up the only chance to be yourself and really live? You tell me you're a working cla** loser, well what the f** does that mean? Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen? Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head When you're just a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed You're lost in your own self pity, you've bought the system's lie They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie Okay, so you're right about one thing, no-one's got the right to sh** on you But what's the point of sh**ting on yourself, what's that gonna do? Working cla** hero beats up middle cla** twit Media labels, system's sh** When it looks like the people could score a win The system makes sure that the boot goes in Yeah it's the greatest working cla** rip off, oi, oi, oi Just another f**ing rip off, a f**ing media ploy It's the greatest working cla** rip off, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi Punk attacked the barriers of colour, cla** and creed But look at how it is right now, do you really think you're freed? Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate Punk's got nothing to do with what you're trying to create Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless f**ing jerks Can't you see you're talking about the way the system works Throughout our bloody history force has been the game The message that you offer is just the f**ing same You're puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance That's right you f**ers, sneer at us cos we say "Give Peace A Chance" Punk is dead you wa*kers, cos you k**ed it through and through In your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do? Is Top Of The Pops the way in which you show how much you care? You take off now to the USA and spread your message there? Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing The only thing that'll ever change will be the song you sing Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury Penthouse Flat You'll be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, what's that?" You'll be the working cla** hero with your middle cla** dream And the world will be the same as the world has always been Punk's the people's music so you can stuff your ideas of cla** That's just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse Cla**, cla**, cla**, that's all you f**ing hear Middle cla**, working cla**, I don't f**ing care It's the greatest working cla** rip off, oi, oi, oi What a f**ing rip off, oi, oi, oi It's the greatest human sell off, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi Punk's the peoples music and I don't care where they're from Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or wrong We're all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good You can stuff your false divisions cos together I know we could Beat the system, beat its rule Ain't got no cla**, I ain't a fool Beat the system, beat its law Ain't got no religion cos I know there's more Beat the system, beat its game Ain't got no colour, we're all the same People, people, not colour, cla** or creed Don't destroy the people, destroy their power and their greed