Hunt the Rich — текст песни (Oi Polloi)

You have no soul you have no heart
You`d chase an animal to see it torn apart
Blood junky you`re full of shit
You want a kicking? you`ll fuckin` get it

Sick perverts dressed in red
We won`t rest until your "sport" is dead
Sick bastards dressed in red
We won`t rest until your sort is dead

A child`s face is smeared with blood
A torn corpse is lying in the mud
This your tradition is fuckin` sick
We`re gonna stop you, you fuckin` inbred prick

Sick perverts dressed in red
We won`t rest until your "sport" is dead
Sick bastards dressed in red
We won`t rest until your sort is dead

Sab is ridden down by rich toff
Masonic handshake soon gets him off
We won`t sit back and take this shit
Into 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 could
We`ll take their thugs, put `em in the ditch
We`ll save the fox and then we`ll hunt the rich

HUNT THE RICH!

"We don`t make demands of the rich. We just want to get rid of the bastards right?"