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What I hate most about your left-wing stand
About you who never had dirt on your hands
You live in empty phrases and dead words
Listening to you makes me sick and it hurts

Saw people like you come and go
Your name is average
Nothing's uncommon about you

You ride this kind of attitude like some wave
And you're ready to jump off any day
Then you'll leave all your ideals behind
Rejoin the upper class, kids of the sorted kind

Never learned the rules of the game called life
You don't know the struggle
You don't know the strife

Do I have to take a stand?
Do I have to reach my hand?
I don't need no attitude
And I don't think that I should

I don't care a bit
I don't give no shit
You are flogging some dead horse
You try to keep it alive by force

No
This is my answer
And please
Leave us alone

My heart beats for the forgotten suburban youth
Life doesn't give them any chance to party and study like we do
For a small place in the sun they have learned to fight
And if they kick in your face judge them wrong or right

You think of yourself that you're working class
But if creatures like you occupy this once noble stance
They must lose their pride in being a working man
And if they kick in your face judge them wrong or right

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from Pretentious Assholes, released September 1, 1993

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