Oi Polloi - Hunt The Rich Lyrics
You have no soul you have no heartYou'd chase an animal to see it torn apartBlood junky you're full of shitYou want a kicking? you'll *****in' get itSick perverts dressed in redWe won't rest until your "sport" is deadSick bastards dressed in redWe won't rest until your sort is deadA child's face is smeared with bloodA torn corpse is lying in the mudThis your tradition is *****in' sickWe're gonna stop you, you *****in' inbred prickSick perverts dressed in redWe won't rest until your "sport" is deadSick bastards dressed in redWe won't rest until your sort is deadSab is ridden down by rich toffMasonic handshake soon gets him offWe won't sit back and take this shitInto the field and put an end to it"The saboteurs, in my opinion. They are a very good example of their name they are saboteurs - And I quite accept everybody's right to their opinion and to demonstrate - but to actually endanger and harass and throw stones and threaten and use abusive language - that has to be stopped."So sab the hunt you know you should'Cos don'r forget! They'd hunt us if they couldWe'll take their thugs, put 'em in the ditchWe'll save the fox and then we'll hunt the richHUNT THE RICH!"We don't make demands of the rich. We just want to get rid of the bastards right?"
