The Few

It's exactly the same as it was before the revolution Just a new load of people driving around in the black cars And all the other people walking The many slaving for the few Yeah, I know my idea is to make sure I become one of the few What's the point of being one of the few I just thought about it a lot and I just think there's nothing there You can get all the Rolls Royce's All that dough all the country houses all the servants you want And I just think there's nothing at the end of that road No human life or nothing That's why I just want to go that way I just think it's all of us or none I don't see the point of getting so rich and locking yourself up in that country mansion Because sooner or later some cunt is gonna come around with a shotgun and blow your head off Or whatever its nothing there I'm sure of it