Текст песни Oi Polloi - Hunt the Rich
Oi Polloi - Hunt the Rich слова песни
You have no soul you have no heartYou`d chase an animal to see it torn apartBlood junky you`re full of shitYou want a kicking? you`ll fuckin` get itSick perverts dressed in redWe won`t rest until your "sport" is deadSick bastards dressed in redWe won`t rest until your sort is deadA child`s face is smeared with bloodA torn corpse is lying in the mudThis your tradition is fuckin` sickWe`re gonna stop you, you fuckin` inbred prickSick perverts dressed in redWe won`t rest until your "sport" is deadSick bastards dressed in redWe won`t rest until your sort is deadSab is ridden down by rich toffMasonic handshake soon gets him offWe won`t sit back and take this shitInto 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 couldWe`ll take their thugs, put `em in the ditchWe`ll save the fox and then we`ll hunt the richHUNT THE RICH!"We don`t make demands of the rich. We just want to get rid of the bastards right?"