Crass

You have this life, what for? Tell me
Spend it on shit, your ignorance appals me
You serve me your morals, changed for a fiver
Upright citizen, Penthouse subscriber
You won't print the word, but you'll beat up the wife
In your ignorant, arrogant, terminal life
You have this life, you deprive me of mine
With your twisted, imbalanced idea of sin
That revolves around money; how much are you bought for?
A tenner, a fiver, is that what you're caught for?
I'm sick of your pride, you think you can rule me
With crappy judgement from your respectable majority
Majority of what? You self oppressed idiot
I'm not going to carry you, I'm no compatriot
How many times do I excuse and forgive
The damage inflicted by the way that you live?
I hold my vision against your oppression