Proletariat lyrics

A sheet of paper, a hunk of steel Proletariat, proletariat New TV, new car Proletariat, proletariat A fashionable song: old fashioned system. Proletariat, proletariat But, there will come a fine morning. Proletariat, proletariat Proletariat, proletariat Proletariat, proletariat A line of wrinkles, a hunk of garbage Proletariat, proletariat New commodities, necessary marketing Proletariat, proletariat A fashionable song: the repeating system Proletariat, proletariat But, let's welcome a fine morning Proletariat, proletariat Proletariat, proletariat Proletariat, proletariat My day begins; fresh air, I fill my lungs with it, and spit it out Polluted by dark smoke A sheet of paper, a hunk of steel Proletariat, proletariat New TV, new car Proletariat, proletariat A fashionable song: old fashioned system. Proletariat, proletariat But, there will come a fine morning. Proletariat, proletariat Proletariat, proletariat Proletariat, proletariat My day begins; fresh air, I fill my lungs with it, and spit it out Polluted by dark smoke God, if you're there, please give me a time of purity, because Everyday, without fail, I change my filters. Proletariat, proletariat