“Things’ll look a whole lot better for the working classes, working classes.” – Gang of Four, I Found That Essence Rare
As I am a son of the working classes,
I cast a critical eye on wealth.
As I am Regular Navy’s son,
I cast a weather eye on death.
As we are the sons of the silent age,
We associate noise with a failure of nerve.
As we are the sons of the pioneers,
We serve and we bridle when pressured to serve.
A riot’s everything we are
And everything we hate. A riot’s
Everything we’re hoping for
When we are practicing for war.