Vito's of class
And I'm pleading with the powers, yeah the ones who love their state.
Where its profits before the marginalised in this strata'd play of fate.
And I'm screaming at the mongers, selling a malingerers parade.
Where its bombs before oor bairns in this warhorsed "social" state.
First past the Post... Equities of disease..
Living wage infractions..
Become this bourgois wet dream...
Carnivorous cancers...
Form vitos of class.
Still the price of a pound...
See who's first and fears who's last…
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