Lyrics:

Ive heard too much about the people in the ghetto
Heard too much about the working class motto
How you dont know life if you aint seen the street
Racialist poor against the racialist elite
A million people in factory and office
Aware theres something missing, but living with their losses
Theres no fight to get where theyd rather be
Only the accepting of dependency
Wait in the shop, for what you aint got
Lying on the beaches for the social elite
Working 9 to 4, revolved around more
Fear, guilt, abuse, love and moral truth
War in your bedroom, bodies in your fridge
Domestic violence, the tomb you dig
Rules for survival, rules that they wrote
Thinking its your freedom when its rammed down your throat
On the boundary, choose your family
Choose what school, no choice at all
Choose what church, allow you to hurt
Choosing your power, choosing your hour
Crass Heard Too Much About