The Proles

Who's deprived and depraved?

Who's been carrying the can?

Who's been working till his fingers bleed

Since this planet began?

That's you and me baby

Ain't no different now

Ain't no progress been made

We still get it from the guys who got it

Screwed, hammered, laid

Us honey - the prole tariat

We are the underlings, the vulgar common herd

Who's the guy who gets hit?

Who's got his back to the wall?

Sent to the front line by generals

In well protected halls

I'm dirty, I'm common, I'm prole?

I would take to the streets

But I know where I'm at

I stay in my apartment on the 99th floor

You can't get lower than that

And I'm at the bottom - I'm a prole?

We are the underlings, the vulgar common herd