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'' To Pay Millions For A Bloody Painting ''
As austerity takes hold,
We need to be bold,
Just spare a thought for the rich,
Their lack of care would leave most cold,
As now they are making their pitch.
Tax cuts galore,
The rich kids roar,
Let's put the workers right in their place,
Robbing us blind they now want more,
They'll claim they do it with grace.
Clear London's streets,
The billionaire bleats,
Keep it open for the chosen few,
Their friends in power have more than enough seats,
Yes they want to get rid of you.
You'll have no human rights,
As their clawback bites,
Our health service stripped to the bone,
The workers then forced to turn out the lights,
These animals have hearts of stone.
It has to be said,
We will be bled,
Like Hitler they want only the fit,
Disabled, they would prefer it if you were dead,
That is where their ideals sit.
Oh my golly,
Let's have a jolly,
Fox hunting's now once again legal,
Horses and hounds all off their trolley,
Theye see butchering poor animals as regal.
Badgers are scum,
They're also dumb,
With diseases they'll claim they are linked,
Wiping them out is their rule of thumb,
Soon they'll all be extinct.
Let us discuss,
What's all the fuss?
We rich are the creators of wealth,
Let's nail their lies the truth is its us,
These thieves are bad for our health.
While we're dying,
They continue their lying,
It's our way of life they are tainting,
While we starve the rich are vying,
' To Pay Millions For A Bloody Painting '
We need to be bold,
Just spare a thought for the rich,
Their lack of care would leave most cold,
As now they are making their pitch.
Tax cuts galore,
The rich kids roar,
Let's put the workers right in their place,
Robbing us blind they now want more,
They'll claim they do it with grace.
Clear London's streets,
The billionaire bleats,
Keep it open for the chosen few,
Their friends in power have more than enough seats,
Yes they want to get rid of you.
You'll have no human rights,
As their clawback bites,
Our health service stripped to the bone,
The workers then forced to turn out the lights,
These animals have hearts of stone.
It has to be said,
We will be bled,
Like Hitler they want only the fit,
Disabled, they would prefer it if you were dead,
That is where their ideals sit.
Oh my golly,
Let's have a jolly,
Fox hunting's now once again legal,
Horses and hounds all off their trolley,
Theye see butchering poor animals as regal.
Badgers are scum,
They're also dumb,
With diseases they'll claim they are linked,
Wiping them out is their rule of thumb,
Soon they'll all be extinct.
Let us discuss,
What's all the fuss?
We rich are the creators of wealth,
Let's nail their lies the truth is its us,
These thieves are bad for our health.
While we're dying,
They continue their lying,
It's our way of life they are tainting,
While we starve the rich are vying,
' To Pay Millions For A Bloody Painting '
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`` To Pay Millions For A Bloody Painting ``
`` To Pay Millions For A Bloody Painting ``
