Who Will Rid Me Of These Turbulent Proles? These greedy grubby proles They're making me ill All they care about is their next drink Oh dear God save us from these bloody proles All they care about is their next drink Can't somebody save us from these bloody proles All they know about are material things These people have no notion of culture They're a rising tide of barbarism Dear God save us from these bloody proles All they care about are their wages Oh who will save us from these bloody proles All they know about are material things Oh dear God save us from these bloody proles All they care about are their wages Oh who will save us from these bloody proles All they know about are material things I know they envy me The wine in my cellar, the food in the fridge My salary notes: Recorded during the same time as Banking... but never mixed, this unreleased and previously unheard track is said to be one of Malcolm's favorites. Unfortunately, band mates Tim and John didn't agree. found on: [unreleased]
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