Your chances are running out

I can see possibilities clearly

The poor man who put those

Rumours about

Obviously didn't really hear me



Breaking our backs with slurs

And taking our tax for murdering

The only thing I know

She'll have to go



Your grass may be greener man

I was born on the pavement

I'm standing in

It's blue grass honey

It's a working man

It's more than all the things

That you're demanding



Breaking our backs with slurs

And taking our tax for murdering

The only thing I know

She'll have to go