Hunt The Rich lyrics

Artist  : Oi Polloi 
Song : Hunt The Rich



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You have no soul you have no heart



You'd chase an animal to see it torn apart



Blood junky you're full of shit



You want a kicking? you'll fuckin' get it







Sick perverts dressed in red



We won't rest until your "sport" is
dead



Sick bastards dressed in red



We won't rest until your sort is dead







A child's face is smeared with blood



A torn corpse is lying in the mud



This your tradition is fuckin' sick



We're gonna stop you, you fuckin' inbred prick







Sick perverts dressed in red



We won't rest until your "sport" is
dead



Sick bastards dressed in red



We won't rest until your sort is dead







Sab is ridden down by rich toff



Masonic handshake soon gets him off



We won't sit back and take this shit



Into the field and put an end to it







"The saboteurs, in my opinion. They are a
very good example of their name they are
saboteurs - And I quite accept everybody's right
to their opinion and to demonstrate - but to
actually endanger and harass and throw stones and
threaten and use abusive language - that has to be
stopped."







So sab the hunt you know you should



'Cos don'r forget! They'd hunt us if they
could



We'll take their thugs, put 'em in the ditch



We'll save the fox and then we'll hunt the
rich







HUNT THE RICH!







"We don't make demands of the rich. We just
want to get rid of the bastards right?"