Lyrics That One Percent - The Human Project

That One Percent

That one percent that live above us all, kept in power ‘til the blues do fall
As the rich get richer, and leave the rest to rot, itʼs the working class that
foot the bill regardless if they can or not
They represent the interests of the few, a privileged world view — austerity to
fix a deficit made by the rich but at what cost?
Why must we pay for what theyʼve lost?
Five years of manifesto and tory ego, more tears for spending cuts straight
from the publicʼs guts
With a minority claiming victory, for this we did not vote
Theyʼve got some nerve, these absentees
These unobserved
I cannot serve what I cannot see, so show your eights and aces, your airs and
graces
Your dirty faces make me smile, so wild, so fucking infantile