Class Distinction

I'm not sure but I really suppose that the facts are, well, dammit who knows just a mix of small lies but I'll shun the small fries yet a tiny one prospers and grows. Said an ugly and shit-covered fly, I am flying so high in the sky that the odour is scant to the average ant you may call me the fly on the sly. You the people know (Jeeezus) so little hence no chance for an early acquittal, as today we campaign we shall hide our disdain all you have is a few drops of spittle. We are born to be rulers of fools use a whip on the oxen and mules. We don't care about you this is utterly true, it's the Have-Not who whinges and drools. To the end of the world, the hereafter, we look up where you hang on a rafter. So what did you expect from a group so select, you will swing to the sound of our laughter.