Lyrics:

I don't wanna live with the bourgeoisie no more
The ruling class think it's nineteen ninety four
I use to feel such envy of fine boosty shoes, can run late to the office for the thrift store blues
But now they hacked my mind in search for something new
The bourgeoisie are coming for me
They don't really know me, they just want to lead
I don't wanna live with the bourgeoisie no more
They kiss you on the cheek, then they kick you to the floor
You say I'll make another alive for the soul
Got two hundred thousand miles on this volvo
& if that limo catchs up with me I might get in
The bourgeoisie are coming for me
They're looking so happy, they're looking so free
They don't really love ya, they don't really see ya
They love rock n' roll and its intimacy