Got yourself some classics, so now you're a bloke
Moved to the City, changed the way you spoke
Running with boys, you're a real top lad
Bet you're still living off of mum and dad
Born and raised with a silver spoon
Rich piece of shit, spoilt little goon
If you think I'm talking about you
Odds are its probably true
Little rich boy you don't fool me
Studied our scene so throughly
This is ours, the working class
You ain't welcome it's a trespass
Private school punk you don't fool me
Try to fit in so desperately
This is ours, the working class
You ain't welcome it's a trespass
Poor little Rich boy
You don't fool me
You're living a lie
Your life's a movie
You're so full of shit
And it's clear to see
Your pompous life
Went nice and smoothly
But now you're acting hard and you're acting tough
Telling everybody how you had it rough
Sick and tired of the hard man bluff
You talk a lot of shit and I've had enough
Fraudulent and phoney
Pretentious prick
Don't care for your money
Or your privilege
Don't try and beg it that you're one us
You ain't nothing but Private school punks