The upper class can kiss my ass, With the lower class I toast my glass, And to all you so called righteous people you're just filthy pigs beneath the steeple, Can all your money stop our goal, With the fire raging within our soul, It burns beyond your mind control, When it unites with total fury, Then you'll be judged by it's jury.
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