Your a second class citizen 
On a third rate estate 
This third world country 
Is going down the drain 
 [bad word] the politicians for 
What they’ve done to this land 
They won’t show their faces round here 
‘Cause we won’t take this lying down
 [bad word]  

Red Blood, White Skin, Blue Collar 
I’ve still got faith in you 
Red Blood, White Skin, Blue Collar 
The despised and forgotten few
Let the bourgeois chatter, 
Let them shake their heads 
The working man knows what’s what 
There’s life in the old dog yet 
Where the ships were built 
On the streets of the old mill towns 
In the bars and on the terraces 
I can hear you roar
 [bad word] 
The front line is at your door, 
Cheek by jowl with the scum 
You know they’ll keep on pushing 
Until [bad word] to shove 
When that [bad word] I know 
You’ll fight for all you love 
Their "fine words" and 
"Good intentions" cut no ice with you
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