3 Piece by The Snipers Lyrics

Mixed up kids
They just don't care
Don't like your clothes
Or the colour of your hair

Won't give you none
Of their precious time
But let them screw
Their own lives, not mine

(Chorus)
Jobs for the boys
We've got no choice
You try your best
But they drown your voice
You scratch their backs
And they'll stab yours
They don't give a damn
Those 3 piece bores

They stroll around
In their pinstripe shit
Only in it for what they can get
You're out of place
'Cos your aims ain't the same
Still playing their samе
Old money game