Sofas by Junior Bill Lyrics
"No one should get something for nothing"
Said the man who got everything for nothing, nothing
Just a genetic twist of fate
To inherit wealth so great
You’re not my mate
You’re not my mate
But as soon as the people get up off their sofas
The unwashed masses the lazy loafers
You can’t hide under your four poster
The serfs and plebs are coming to get ya
And now it’s back to the ball and chain, disdain
To deal with the cards the world dealt you
From the shirkers to the burkas
Get in line with call centre workers
Oh they can’t hurt us
No, they can’t hurt us
[L-Hyo - English and Portuguese translation]
On the perfect day
Everything would be like I always imagined
A world where social differences
Wouldn't exist anymore
Oh we would all be the same
There wouldn't be poor or rich
Neither social classes
And more however different we were from one another
Little or very much very much or little we would all be equal
But nothing like that is happening my people
Of that I am sure and i put my hands in the fire - forget
Not even if I had been born again
I am sure that I would be facing the same issues all over again - I ask
To all my brothers
A lot of faith and compassion
Wales!
Let's all raise our hands
Brasil!
Everybody in search of union
Everybody now I said unite
Everyone say unite
Now everybody say unite
Now everybody say
And now let's all think together
If I drive a Porsche or Ferrari it becomes a topic)
And if I live in Ely or Splott I shouldn't be earning enough
I should only be able to live on benefits and drive a Fiat Punto - why
Just because I look rough and live in a deprived area - crap
And if by chance I was born Romanian - or Czech
I would be even less noticed by society
And ignored just like faeces in the toilet - I protest
No matter who no matter what
Not worth it bro
You won't win anything with it
Only a lot of arguments and unnecessary fights
Said the man who got everything for nothing, nothing
Just a genetic twist of fate
To inherit wealth so great
You’re not my mate
You’re not my mate
But as soon as the people get up off their sofas
The unwashed masses the lazy loafers
You can’t hide under your four poster
The serfs and plebs are coming to get ya
And now it’s back to the ball and chain, disdain
To deal with the cards the world dealt you
From the shirkers to the burkas
Get in line with call centre workers
Oh they can’t hurt us
No, they can’t hurt us
[L-Hyo - English and Portuguese translation]
On the perfect day
Everything would be like I always imagined
A world where social differences
Wouldn't exist anymore
Oh we would all be the same
There wouldn't be poor or rich
Neither social classes
And more however different we were from one another
Little or very much very much or little we would all be equal
But nothing like that is happening my people
Of that I am sure and i put my hands in the fire - forget
Not even if I had been born again
I am sure that I would be facing the same issues all over again - I ask
To all my brothers
A lot of faith and compassion
Wales!
Let's all raise our hands
Brasil!
Everybody in search of union
Everybody now I said unite
Everyone say unite
Now everybody say unite
Now everybody say
And now let's all think together
If I drive a Porsche or Ferrari it becomes a topic)
And if I live in Ely or Splott I shouldn't be earning enough
I should only be able to live on benefits and drive a Fiat Punto - why
Just because I look rough and live in a deprived area - crap
And if by chance I was born Romanian - or Czech
I would be even less noticed by society
And ignored just like faeces in the toilet - I protest
No matter who no matter what
Not worth it bro
You won't win anything with it
Only a lot of arguments and unnecessary fights