Poetic-Verses
'' Let Them Earn Their Bread ''
This is it,
That bottomless pit,
Otherwise known as taxpayer's cash,
Is going to refurbish where they all sit,
Our money they're going to splash.
They're getting old,
Both freezing cold,
They're in a state of disrepair,
Though it's true our souls we've sold,
To us it isn't fair.
My palace is dated,
For so long one's waited,
I'm in need of severe renovation,
Along with the heirs we have created,
You must pay for our devastation.
The politician steals,
To pay for meals,
Everything's then claimed on expenses,
The truth the bastard then conceals,
The facts he/she then condenses.
Our bar's in here,
So have no fear,
We'll want one wherever we go,
Subsidised with lots of gear,
Our alcohol must continue to flow,
Let's make a start,
They're falling apart,
Our luxuries must be maintained,
We know the bill will go off the chart,
But, nothing ventured nothing gained.
The taxpayers don't agree,
Let's stop the melee,
Guy Fawkes almost got it right,
You scumbags get too much for free,
So let's set both places alight.
It's time to awaken,
The decision is taken,
Refurbishment will not go ahead,
Royalty and M.P.s have been forsaken,
Like us,
' Let Them Earn Their Bread '
That bottomless pit,
Otherwise known as taxpayer's cash,
Is going to refurbish where they all sit,
Our money they're going to splash.
They're getting old,
Both freezing cold,
They're in a state of disrepair,
Though it's true our souls we've sold,
To us it isn't fair.
My palace is dated,
For so long one's waited,
I'm in need of severe renovation,
Along with the heirs we have created,
You must pay for our devastation.
The politician steals,
To pay for meals,
Everything's then claimed on expenses,
The truth the bastard then conceals,
The facts he/she then condenses.
Our bar's in here,
So have no fear,
We'll want one wherever we go,
Subsidised with lots of gear,
Our alcohol must continue to flow,
Let's make a start,
They're falling apart,
Our luxuries must be maintained,
We know the bill will go off the chart,
But, nothing ventured nothing gained.
The taxpayers don't agree,
Let's stop the melee,
Guy Fawkes almost got it right,
You scumbags get too much for free,
So let's set both places alight.
It's time to awaken,
The decision is taken,
Refurbishment will not go ahead,
Royalty and M.P.s have been forsaken,
Like us,
' Let Them Earn Their Bread '
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`` Let Them Earn Their Bread ``
`` Let Them Earn Their Bread ``
