(john fiddler)



Oh authority stinks or so you think, then you walk along

You just won't budge, you don't wanna judge what's right from wrong

And many a man has lost his way when he's found his dough

They don't think about rules but they make themselves fools when they live on

Snow



Eat the rich, eat the rich

Eat the rich, eat the rich



Now some are bound for glory, and some are bound to lose

Some are bound in leather, and some are bound to blow their fuse

Now all you young people, don't you forget where it's leadin' to

Don't you fix with a steeple, you get no respect outta sniffin' glue

There ain't no place that you can run to

If the battle-field is just a mirror image of you



Eat the rich, eat the rich

Eat the rich, eat the rich



Some folk stands with their backs to the wall

They look the same as the wall, that's all

They say the bricks are tryin' to look like them

And to tell 'em apart you look again and again

And again and again and again and again and again



Eat the rich, eat the rich

Just take a big bite

They're filthy... i said filthy!