Fuck You Songtext
von Gary Llama

There′s a yuppie coming down from a mountain town
Talking 'bout ′Working Classes'
While he's working for the Rich and killing the Poor
Puttin toxins in the water, puttin toxins in the floor
And he′s hunting and fishing like he′s got a full bore
Driving 'round like he′s Dukes of Hazzard

You can't slip a scab past me

So
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
For what you do to us
For what you do to me
So Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you
For what you sell your folks
For what you tell your folks
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
For what you do to your community
You can′t slip a scab past me
You can't slip a scab past me


There′s a doctor at the door from the cancer ward
Talking 'bout 'Cluster cases′
About how they can′t tell why your lungs blown out
And your hip is broken to bits
But you got some cancer and it's spreading out
And it ain′t a good prognosis
The plaque on the wall reads 'Dedicated by Massey Coal′

So
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
For what you do to us
For what you do to me
So Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
For what you sell your folks
For what you tell your folks
So Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
For what you do to your community
You can't slip a scab past me
You can′t slip a scab past me


So
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
For what you do to us
For what you do to me
So Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
For what you sell your folks
For what you tell your folks
So Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
For what you do to your community
You can't slip a scab past me