Proletarian Songtext
von Wigwam

Worn through by now, all spent
My pain, property, trickery
Political treasury, politics
Lush lies


Bitterness, repeating myself
Impotence and the pink backs
Suction directed
Us being breathed into stupor

Sucking, scabbing, scrathing
I′m punished
The mob ever drunker
Comrades, there always

And the leaders, the bosses
Responsibility flags, salaries soar
Graftsmanship grows, competence decays