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'' Totally And Morally Corrupt ''
Poverty's not always what they'd have you believe,
It can differ from what you are told,
After you've worked to pay all your bills,
You're the one left feeling the cold.
That's a reality we tend to ignore,
While the workers are fighting to live,
We pay the workshy to do nothing,
While the layabouts take never give.
The rewards for working all of your days,
Are heart attacks and strife,
While the one's who've never laboured,
Are looked after their entire life.
The workers are in a terrible mess,
They are finding it hard to live,
While they're losing their jobs and homes,
Their creditors just won't forgive.
You'll pay mortgage or rent and local tax,
While you struggle throughout life to get by,
You'll make provision for the future,
Then get taxed till the day you die.
If you happen to have purchased your home,
You will not get help with repairs,
You'll pay to keep your home maintained,
While the parasites just say, 'who cares '
If you happen to encounter problems,
There's nobody wants to know,
They'll say you're a worker you don't need help,
Then tell you where you can go.
The people who've laboured all of their lives,
Who through no fault of their own,
Then suffer genuine hardship,
It's to them we should really atone.
But where are all the incentives,
For the workers to try and survive,
As we struggle to live from day to day,
The never worked leeches thrive.
While we pay to keep the addicted,
On legal and illegal drugs,
They live on benefits from cradle to grave,
Now that's what really bugs.
While the alcoholic get drunk again,
It doesn't make any sense,
We pay them to do whatever they like,
They're living at our expense.
They have their free houses and fancy cars,
We fund them to live this way,
Why the Hell would they want to work,
Look at us it just doesn't pay.
I refer of course to the workshy,
Not the people in genuine need,
The people who won't work a day in their lives,
Thanks to them the workers will bleed.
What a state this country is in,
While the workers struggle on till they're dead,
The skivers live in luxury at our expense,
That fact should fill you with dread.
The workers suffer in a silent haze,
While the layabouts remain so aloof,
We live our lives in a constant daze,
But their incomes are recession proof.
As we struggle to keep our jobs and homes,
These Bastards line their pockets,
For fiddling all our hard earned cash,
They should be sent to the moon in rockets.
To encourage them all to take this 'trip'' ,
We have to be really inventive,
An endless supply of drink and drugs,
Now there's a great incentive.
Then to ensure they don't come back,
The journey will be one way,
If we tell them they'll retain their benefits,
They'll be more inclined to stay.
When you ask me why I feel this way,
My answer will be very abrupt,
To sponge off others all of your life is,
Totally And Morally Corrupt '
It can differ from what you are told,
After you've worked to pay all your bills,
You're the one left feeling the cold.
That's a reality we tend to ignore,
While the workers are fighting to live,
We pay the workshy to do nothing,
While the layabouts take never give.
The rewards for working all of your days,
Are heart attacks and strife,
While the one's who've never laboured,
Are looked after their entire life.
The workers are in a terrible mess,
They are finding it hard to live,
While they're losing their jobs and homes,
Their creditors just won't forgive.
You'll pay mortgage or rent and local tax,
While you struggle throughout life to get by,
You'll make provision for the future,
Then get taxed till the day you die.
If you happen to have purchased your home,
You will not get help with repairs,
You'll pay to keep your home maintained,
While the parasites just say, 'who cares '
If you happen to encounter problems,
There's nobody wants to know,
They'll say you're a worker you don't need help,
Then tell you where you can go.
The people who've laboured all of their lives,
Who through no fault of their own,
Then suffer genuine hardship,
It's to them we should really atone.
But where are all the incentives,
For the workers to try and survive,
As we struggle to live from day to day,
The never worked leeches thrive.
While we pay to keep the addicted,
On legal and illegal drugs,
They live on benefits from cradle to grave,
Now that's what really bugs.
While the alcoholic get drunk again,
It doesn't make any sense,
We pay them to do whatever they like,
They're living at our expense.
They have their free houses and fancy cars,
We fund them to live this way,
Why the Hell would they want to work,
Look at us it just doesn't pay.
I refer of course to the workshy,
Not the people in genuine need,
The people who won't work a day in their lives,
Thanks to them the workers will bleed.
What a state this country is in,
While the workers struggle on till they're dead,
The skivers live in luxury at our expense,
That fact should fill you with dread.
The workers suffer in a silent haze,
While the layabouts remain so aloof,
We live our lives in a constant daze,
But their incomes are recession proof.
As we struggle to keep our jobs and homes,
These Bastards line their pockets,
For fiddling all our hard earned cash,
They should be sent to the moon in rockets.
To encourage them all to take this 'trip'' ,
We have to be really inventive,
An endless supply of drink and drugs,
Now there's a great incentive.
Then to ensure they don't come back,
The journey will be one way,
If we tell them they'll retain their benefits,
They'll be more inclined to stay.
When you ask me why I feel this way,
My answer will be very abrupt,
To sponge off others all of your life is,
Totally And Morally Corrupt '
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`` Totally And Morally Corrupt ``
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