Verse 1

I wake up and make love to hardship
Pain cums and passes, I dance with its carcass
I taste blood, gargle it and pass it
The same savage cycle, I was born into a casket
I got a line for arms hire
Make you lift your arms higher
Hot peds, car fire, kids skip with barbed wire
Love’s suppressed, mums depressed
Curtains shut, stuck in bed
Counting out the pennies just to buy a loaf of fuckin bread

My father left his kids to die, he kissed us bye and wished us well
He went to live a richer life, his kids survived but live in hell
Love’s become another myth, this is just a different world
Where girls all wanna kiss the guys, but guys are gonna kiss in jail
Deadlock wedlock, but prison is a privilege
When inside you’re fed lots but outside you’re nibbling
It's poverty, there's lots to feed. Me? I haven't got the P!
It's a war, I'm living poor (I can't afford the cost of peace)

Chorus

Us - we’re the one’s who give sweat and blood
Us - we’re the ones who don’t get enough
Us - we’re the ones who could settle up!
Us. Us.

Who built Britain? Us, the workers.
Who are they stickin? Us, the workers.
Who are they killin? Us, the workers.
Now I’m here singing out up the workers
Up the unions, up the workers
Up the services, up the nurses
Matey they need us, the workers
Without us their fuckin worthless

Verse 2

I work hard
Killin myself in the work yard
But I can never make rent which never make sense
While the boss man’s travelling first class
But I’m the one who comes to work
I’m the one who does the work
We’re the ones who create the value
But we’re the ones who suffer the worst

Bun work if it means I’m getting getting ripped off
Getting left to die by a boss
Getting bled dry by a shit job
Gettin boyed boy I’m getting pissed off
We’re the ones who make the money, we’re the ones who made them fat
We’re the ones who run the country and we’re the ones who can take it back!
It’s war now, I’m worn out
Can’t do it anymore, let’s walk out
Fuck your boss bruv, stuff the lot cuz I ain’t gonna be whored out
Paid a minimum wage and we can’t afford the rent, gotta call a friend
How can I work 5 days a week then when it gets to pay day - I’m poor again?!

I wanna war with them - let’s while out
Make the boss take a time out
What would they do if we strike out?
Let’s try it now we’ll find out that
We’re the ones who make the money, we’re the ones who made them fat
We’re the ones who run the country and we’re the ones who can take it back!