Fade Out

Fat cats and filthy rats
Don't spit your lines on me
Top hats and bureaucrats
Are falling to their knees

Black trade and contracts made
But I've got something to say
You're a plague a hand grenade
To all that you betray

Turn around hide underground
You don't own me
Your voice will not be drowned
You got to show me

Fade out
Fade out from this life I need you gone
Nothing else but greed over glory
Fade out
You're the one the working man needs gone
Nothing else but greed over glory

Black suits, Italian boots
The noxious stench you spray
Rotten fruits from sour roots
Here sprouts the British way

This land will make a stand
Against the status quo
Cards dealt you play your hand
New seeds of hope will grow

Turn around hide underground
You don't own me
Your voice will not be drowned
You got to show me

Fade out
Fade out from this life I need you gone
Nothing else but greed over glory
Fade out
You're the one the working man needs gone
Nothing else but greed over glory

Sit down it's not your turn
Roll a dice respect you will earn
Listen to the voice it shines
No regrets we draw the line

Fade out
Fade out from this life I need you gone
Nothing else but greed over glory
Fade out
You're the one the working man needs gone
Nothing else but greed over glory