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Spare a thought for those in jail,
As they delight in their Christmas dinner,
Why their crimes do they refuse to curtail?
They know they're on to a winner.
Cable television and a nice warm cell,
No worries about filling the meter,
While the elderly and poor are going through Hell,
Why, they can't turn on their heater.
With mobile phones and drugs galore,
All over facebook they're plastered,
They're forever asking, ' CAN WE HAVE SOME MORE '
They truly do have life mastered.
Three hot meals a day all year round,
Warm blankets and hot water for showers,
Presents galore to those in the pound,
Then you wonder why crime empowers.
It's a wonderful life there's nothing they lack,
They even get free education,
Perhaps that's the reason they always go back,
A degree then it's full graduation.
In this merry go round of rogues and thieves,
The taxpayer is being ripped off,
The murderers and paedophiles no-one believes,
But don't you ever dare scoff.
While those alone and without sit and starve,
They're inside drinking whisky and beer,
Their turkey they don't even need to carve,
Spare a thought for those,
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As they delight in their Christmas dinner,
Why their crimes do they refuse to curtail?
They know they're on to a winner.
Cable television and a nice warm cell,
No worries about filling the meter,
While the elderly and poor are going through Hell,
Why, they can't turn on their heater.
With mobile phones and drugs galore,
All over facebook they're plastered,
They're forever asking, ' CAN WE HAVE SOME MORE '
They truly do have life mastered.
Three hot meals a day all year round,
Warm blankets and hot water for showers,
Presents galore to those in the pound,
Then you wonder why crime empowers.
It's a wonderful life there's nothing they lack,
They even get free education,
Perhaps that's the reason they always go back,
A degree then it's full graduation.
In this merry go round of rogues and thieves,
The taxpayer is being ripped off,
The murderers and paedophiles no-one believes,
But don't you ever dare scoff.
While those alone and without sit and starve,
They're inside drinking whisky and beer,
Their turkey they don't even need to carve,
Spare a thought for those,
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