You get the power to vote and then you don’t get who you like
A Tory fucking leader on a stupid fucking bike
The lies deceit and promises they all go hand and hand
Our money slips between our fingers like an hourglass holding sand
A pledge to make a thousand cuts to lacerate our throats
Whilst a ministry fat cat claims expenses on moat
The banks and corporations all skipping on their tax
They might as well just go and put a knife in our backs
A country built on antiquated Thatcheristic views
Where there’s nothing here to gain and nearly everything to lose
There’s monumental bomb below and they’re lighting the fuse
Whenever there is power there is always an abused
What an imbecilic notion to have a big society
They’re taking all the money whilst we all work for free
When everybody wakes up then you’ll see
This isn’t just a nightmare – this is reality
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