Mister politician, mister man who makes the law
Mister man who lines his pockets, I can see what you're for
Mister flat foot police man, mister rotten to the core
Mister man with steel-capped boots, I can see what you're for
Do you think that we're blind
Do you think that we're few
I'll tell you misters
We out-number you
Hey boy do you see them, they've got no faces, just a mouth
We see through you misters, we can see what you're for
Mister White fist jailer, mister man who holds the key
Mister man who locks the doors, I can see what you're for
