I have ends that never meet as I crawl along the breadline
Your smug demeanour shines as you enforce another pay freeze
Peter gets robbed and Paul gets paid as I rein in the purse strings
You have no limits, checks or morals and do whatever you please.
You haven't a clue and care even less
I search deep in my sow's ear while you pinch your purse of silk
Your accountant pays the receipts your PA acquires
You wouldn't know the price, but a farmer's life is the new cost of milk
Why don't we swop shoes for a while?
You wouldn't last a day till you're wanting them back.
By that time it's us with the smile,
We'd get this land back on track.
No more picking up expenses
And fictitious jobs for family.
No more public money
Wasted watching porn on your TV.
Families struggling to cope
Crimes of theft inevitably increases.
Cops left unable to pay the bills
Numbers depleted as the country falls to pieces.
Sitting in the comfort of your designer pad
Sending young heroes to their death.
Round my middle finger is where you should spin
Don't try to appease me, don't waste your breath.
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