Face the truth my well dressed man
You don't know who I am
I don't mind about your taste
Or how you've been raised
I'm falling down with a bad background
Now I'm reachin' out my hand
I find myself in trouble mister
Now why would you say

A poor dirty nation
With no education
Means isolation
From civilization
So get a job
Get a job
Get a job
Get a job

Go away go away go away go away
Go away go away go away go away
Are you deaf

When you listen to your music
And while you read your books
Spiritual minds that once suffered
Gives you joy that's the truth
What about those struggling writers
Painters and musicians
Pass ‘em by don't spare a dime
‘Cause you don't understand

A poor dirty nation
With no education
Means isolation
From civilization
So get a job
Get a job
Get a job
Get a job

Go away go away go away go away
Go away go away go away go away
Are you deaf

Go away go away go away go away
Go away go away go away go away