Lyrics:

Don't be put off or dispossessed
By the constant clawing of angels
By the giveaway price of your birthright
You will never savor
The fruits of your labor
Back in the rain
The city weeps a private pain
You are taught to respect
The worst in this world
From the day you were born
You were always gonna be a time bomb

What have I got to hide
What have I got to hide

You're saying burn the rich
You're saying burn the rich
A bullet in the brain
Never done any harm you claim
But you will never savor
The fruits of your labor
These days the children
Are old before their time, so am I

What have I got to hide
What have I got to hide
What have I got to hide
What have I got to hide

You know your place
Ain't in the ditch
So burn, burn, burn, burn
You know your place
Ain't in the ditch
Mmm, you know your place
Ain't in the ditch