I got dirt on my hands
You got dirt on your hands
I got gold in my hands
Cause I know how you got yours

Well someone told the people and they figured it out
That someone told the people they were hanging around
Well someone wrote a letter and they passed it about
And someone brought a lighter and they’re burning it down, and breaking it down and tearing it down
We don’t want to work no more
We just want to hang about and fool around
We don’t want to talk no more
We don’t want to draw attention to the dirt
on my hands
You got dirt on your hands
I got gold in my hands
Cause I know how you got yours

You know you sold the people out and you’re letting them down
But they know you’re on the payroll and they figured it out
It’s all a bit of grease in your PR machine
They know you never say the things you think that you mean, or want it to mean, or want it to be
We don’t want to work no more
We just want to hang about and fool around
We don’t want to talk no more
We don’t want to show our hands so they can see the dirt
on my hands
You got dirt on your hands
I got gold in my hands
Cause I know how you got yours

You got to badge it like sony
You got to pimp it like MTV
You gone and sexed it up for the tv news
You got them throwing bricks at the fire crews

You got dirt on your hands