The Proletariat - World Controller

The proletariat

Slaves of masters

The proletariat

Fucking bastards

The proletariat

Community of filth

The proletariat

Blood and tears spill

The proletariat

Society’s losers

The proletariat

Junkies and boozers

The proletariat

They have no worth

The proletariat

Scum of the Earth

Skeleton bodies clad in rags

Idiot men and the grey of hags

Children with no shoes on their feet

Families dying with nothing to eat

Drag the iron, pound the steel

Brickwork fails and lead paint peels

Soot and shit, smoke and grit

Oiled engines and grimy wheels

Rolling

Weaklings

These men

Worthless

Don’t pretend

The poor

Downcast

Misery

For the proletariat

Cretins

Idiocy

One and all

Illiteracy

Doomed folk

Brown mass

Open graves

For the proletariat

Clothed in black and brown

Muddy just like their rotten town

The working class under all

A ceiling of black and shrieking walls

Motors pounding, steam is scalding

The beast is rising and she is calling

Pistons shaking, machines all quaking

And over the streets, shadows are falling

Downwards

Weaklings

These men

Worthless

Don’t pretend

The poor

Downcast

Misery

For the proletariat

Cretins

Idiocy

One and all

Illiteracy

Doomed folk

Brown mass

Open graves

For the proletariat

Keep them drugged with booze and sex

Too dumb to know what happens next

They’re just like mice in a maze

Stoned and lost till the end of their days

Alarms sound, death arrives

A pale iron horse this way strides

Bombs are dropping, never stopping

On their lives, on their lives

On all

Weaklings

These men

Worthless

Don’t pretend

The poor

Downcast

Misery

For the proletariat

Cretins

Idiocy

One and all

Illiteracy

Doomed folk

Brown mass

Open graves

For the proletariat

The Proletariat

Scum