Mott The Hoople - Eat the Rich lyrics

(John Fiddler) Oh authority stinks or so you think, then you walk along You just won't budge, you don't wanna judge what's right from wrong And many a man has lost his way when he's found his dough They don't think about rules but they make themselves fools when they live on Snow Eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich Now some are bound for glory, and some are bound to lose Some are bound in leather, and some are bound to blow their fuse Now all you young people, don't you forget where it's leadin' to Don't you fix with a steeple, you get no respect outta sniffin' glue There ain't no place that you can run to If the battle-field is just a mirror image of you Eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich Some folk stands with their backs to the wall They look the same as the wall, that's all They say the bricks are tryin' to look like them And to tell 'em apart you look again and again And again and again and again and again and again Eat the rich, eat the rich Just take a big bite They're filthy... I said filthy!