Poor Students Dream Of Marx

«…get off their backs»
I can’t afford to think of you
When I sleep
I lose too many hours
Hated London Nightlife, so I’ve heard
«The only antidote
To mental suffering is
Physical pain»
I can’t believe you said that
Hated London Nightlife, so I’ve heard
I think I hate it, too!
Go on, get out
I am sharing your doubts
But if they can try their one, then we should try ours
Go on, get out
I feel I haven’t read enough
But you said «last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.»
Poor students dream of Marx
Poor students dream of Marx
Poor students, dream of Marx!
Poor students, dream of Marx!
Go on, get out
I’m not sharing your doubts
So if they can try their one, we should try ours
Go on, get out
I feel that I have read enough
And you said «last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.»