Poor Students Dream Of Marx lyrics

"...get off their backs" I can't afford to think of you When I sleep I lose too many hours Hated London Nightlife, so I've heard "The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain" I can't believe you said that Hated London Nightlife, so I've heard I think I hate it, too! Go on, get out. I am sharing your doubts. But if they can try their one, then we should try ours Go on, get out. I feel I haven't read enough. But you said "last words are for fools who haven't said enough." Poor students dream of Marx Poor students dream of Marx Poor students, dream of Marx! Poor students, dream of Marx! Go on, get out. I'm not sharing your doubts. So if they can try their one, we should try ours Go on, get out. I feel that I have read enough. And you said "last words are for fools who haven't said enough."