Roots Manuva - Hard Bastards lyrics

The pain is in the planning, from the man on the mission Position of the glories got from a basic Sense of overcoming all the hurt and all the setbacks Dirty little sweat backs things on the neck backs Of them not knowing how stupid it will get A whisper in the street ain't never a secret Nothing is for keeps when you're trying or you're lying Through the second and third hand strands of illusions Fed to the honest hard-working types Who's there willing to take that chance on the mic To write a little bar and show some regard For the ordinary hero, here and everywhere Busy till we drop debt, machine has truly got them The price ain't always measured in the money Everybody, anybody, wanna be somebody And we all truly are as long as we see through the lies See through the lights and realise the might That Just might appear from the most unlikely places Hidden in the sacred space between the thought Hard bars from the hard a** ba*tards It's not me but I know a few ba*tards And most broke c*nts are all true ba*tards And most rich c*nts are even more ba*tards Basking in the glory, of getting to the life Life in the fast lane might seem nice Got a little pea's, got a little rice You cross your heart and hope to stay alive You cross your heart and hope to stay alive You may not know When you arrive on that road That will take you Inside of the eye of time You may not know When you arrive on that road That will take you To the inside of the eye of time, the eye of time Things are getting bleak, we ain't seen the worst Kids are having kids, kids that will never work Grandad never worked, daddy never worked now Three generation don't give a sh** about work They all got aspirations but nothing they suppose to The tv and the magazine it keeps it kinda hopeful That one day in someway they'll get a lucky break In the meantime that plant food provides a cheap escape The government don't trust them and keeps them all in place With cheap food and cheap booze that keeps them out of shape The undercla**, the lowly cla** with no damn togetherness The union that sold them out and sold them togetherness Will look the other way, as the first becomes the third world There's one world not three worlds, nothing free in the free market Legitimate targets sitting suffocating for the Cla**less society and the endless enslavement Hard bars from the hard a** ba*tards It's not me but I know a few ba*tards And most broke c*nts are all true ba*tards And most rich c*nts are even more ba*tards Basking in the glory, of getting to the life Life in the fast lane might seem nice Got a little pea's, got a little rice You cross your heart and hope to stay alive You cross your heart and hope to stay alive You may not know When you arrive on that road That will take you Inside of the eye of time You may not know When you arrive on that road That will take you To the inside of the eye of time, the eye of time