reflection squeaky clean, an image we must show
even though we're sinking into the mire, deep in a hole
generosity appears so appealing, yet the costs are rising high, up on the ceiling
political persuasion, pointing to depression, bashing middle classes without any feeling
everyone must pay for governmental decision, own political ends, with personal ambition
changing boundaries, creating a vote, believing any of them, will place you in the boat
the poorest of all suffer the most, being blamed for daring to take from the host
capitalism is ending it's days, coming to a finish, following socialistic views, crumbling to diminish
excrement is excrement whichever colour they paint it, pretty on the surface, looking not within it
millionaires making money from corrupt decisions, bright blue sky idealism's, sparkling remissions
believers mostly take in all there is on offer, grabbing a bargain in the shop, a pound or a tenner
while the rule maker's change they're lives, extracting what is good,
muggers keep on mugging, boys from the hood.
unemployment rises high for another political game, creating a competitive fight,
decreasing wage, Tory right, always the bloody same.
eradication of a welfare state leaving poverty in it's place, good looking ministers, smiles on their face
when all has been done and their's no more to say, people will follow people, come what may
ask more questions, seek more knowledge don't give in to them for a bowl of sweet porridge
living apathetically while governments change your lives, will leave you as a slave serving their wives.
future lives in Britain can only get more harsh, one know's we have no say, when they build an Olympic stadium on a marsh.
one small man is stronger with two, five thousand people can change a political view.
crucifying capitalism along with the wealthy, give your lives to being kind and supplement the many
