MANIC STREET PREACHERS - We Are All Bourgeois Now
There's something wrong somewhere here
So through unclean streets I made my way
With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet
I paid my way
In every town on the way
The people looked grey the buildings looked healthy
But one day I met a man
With money to spare
He said he would tell me how it is
The State he began
Has been propping up people to long
For far to long
We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered