Poor people cause all the crime in the world
Ruffian boys, hooligan girls
They hate society because they don't have money
And poor people start fights all the time
Tensions are mounting in the Centrelink line
The reason I can't go out at night-it's a joke that's never been funny
Don't copulate
Don't repopulate
We've had enough of your sordid sort
Don't demonstrate
The problems with the welfare state
Decency's a luxury you'll never afford
Because it's all smiles from a gang of youths
Who all look so happy, but it's all just a ruse
To take what you've got and leave you with a bruise and a crippling fear of the dark
I have to walk by the police, hope they get nabbed
Have to walk under streetlights, hope I don't get stabbed
We're flesh and money and we're up for grabs from the lowest of the low of the working-class
Don't justify
Reasons for their heinous crimes
And tell me deep down they're all just alone
Well, I'm alone as well
And it scares me to hell
Because there's half a dozen of them right outside my home
I bet their fathers don't care, I bet they're all locked away
I bet they'll be out at ten, I bet they'll be out at midday
I bet he's good no matter what they say; he's always drunk, but he's never that bad
Leaving all their poor mothers stressed out of their wits
From those 2 AM phone calls from their little shits
"If it wasn't for he tax benefits, you'd all be living with one of your Dads"
Oh, he's never been loved
From his father or from father above
(That's your cue for a larger handout)
But it's alright
It's socio-economic, you'll find
Now go ahead and buy some more crack on the playground
Poor people cause all the crime in the world
Ruffian boys