I'm a terrorist by proxy
'Cos it seems my taxes pay
For rabble rousing preachers
And their extended stay
I work from dawn 'til dusk
As quiet as a mouse
I don't even earn enough
For a five bedroomed house
I'm feeling quite hard done by
I'm feeling quite dismayed
If this is where my money goes
I'd rather not be paid
I wonder what would happen
If I stood in the street
Spitting hate at other states
To people that I meet
I'll tell you what would happen
They'd nick me instantly
They'd put me in a filthy cell
And throw away the key
And if I had the nerve
To ask just what I'd done
What about those preacher guys?
'It's called free speech my son'
No, I'll keep on working
Because it is my choice
I won't make a fuss
You won't even hear my voice
Feel free to vent your hatred
While you're at it, take my pay
I'm a terrorist by proxy
It's just the British way...
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