Your chances are running out
   I can see possibilities clearly
   The poor man who put those
   Rumours about
   Obviously didn't really hear me
  
   Breaking our backs with slurs
   And taking our tax for murdering
   The only thing I know
   She'll have to go
  
   Your grass may be greener man
   I was born on the pavement
   I'm standing in
   It's blue grass honey
   It's a working man
   It's more than all the things
   That you're demanding
  
   Breaking our backs with slurs
   And taking our tax for murdering
   The only thing I know
   She'll have to go