Procol Harum - Butterfly Boys lyrics

They tell us that we're savages Who haven't got a hope We're burning in the furnaces, We're choking at the smoke They say we haven't got a choice, Refuse to recognize our voice Yet they enjoy comissions From the proceeds of the joke Those bu*terfly boys At play with their toys Stinging like bees Itching like fleas bu*terfly boys You got the toys You got the breeze We cought the freeze bu*terfly boys give us a break We got the groceries you got the cake They tell us that we're savages Who cannot understand We're sailing on a sinking ship, We're swimming in the sand They put their fingers in their ears, Refuse to recognize our fears And fly off to jamaica When we call them underhand