Poor Students Dream Of Marx - Cats On Fire

«…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.»