The Blow Monkeys - Burn the Rich lyrics

Don't be put off or dispossessed By the constant clawing of angels By the giveaway price of your birthright You will never savor The fruits of your labor Back in the rain The city weeps a private pain You are taught to respect The worst in this world From the day you were born You were always gonna be a time bomb What have I got to hide What have I got to hide You're saying burn the rich You're saying burn the rich A bullet in the brain Never done any harm you claim But you will never savor The fruits of your labor These days the children Are old before their time, so am I What have I got to hide What have I got to hide What have I got to hide What have I got to hide You know your place Ain't in the ditch So burn, burn, burn, burn You know your place Ain't in the ditch Mmm, you know your place Ain't in the ditch