Hunt The Rich Lyrics - Oi Polloi

You have no soul you have no heart 

You'd chase an animal to see it torn apart 

Blood junky you're full of shit 

You want a kicking? you'll fuckin' get it 

Sick perverts dressed in red 

We won't rest until your "sport" is dead 

Sick bastards dressed in red 

We won't rest until your sort is dead 

A child's face is smeared with blood 

A torn corpse is lying in the mud 

This your tradition is fuckin' sick 

We're gonna stop you, you fuckin' inbred prick 

Sick perverts dressed in red 

We won't rest until your "sport" is dead 

Sick bastards dressed in red 

We won't rest until your sort is dead 

Sab is ridden down by rich toff 

Masonic handshake soon gets him off 

We won't sit back and take this shit 

Into the field and put an end to it 

"The saboteurs, in my opinion. They are a very good example of their name they are saboteurs - And I quite accept everybody's right to their opinion and to demonstrate - but to actually endanger and harass and throw stones and threaten and use abusive language - that has to be stopped." 

So sab the hunt you know you should 

'Cos don'r forget! They'd hunt us if they could 

We'll take their thugs, put 'em in the ditch 

We'll save the fox and then we'll hunt the rich 

HUNT THE RICH! 

"We don't make demands of the rich. We just want to get rid of the bastards right?"