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'' He Doesn't Know The Meaning Of Shame ''
They promise the Earth,
With falsehoods and lies,
Of truth there's a dearth,
They all come in one size,
Wherever you berth,
It won't be a surprise,
It will simply be more of the same.
Be you, labour or tory,
It will not mean a thing,
For your money and glory,
To your vote they'll cling,
They will cause a furore,
With the misery they bring,
While they revel in fortune and fame.
The electorate take note,
Manifestos are a token,
Whatever they've wrote,
Their vows will be broken,
They'll lie for your vote,
As a truth that's unspoken,
As for dishonesty,
They're all in the frame.
As for all others,
They will make you wince,
It's their bullshit that smothers,
Their mouth's need a rinse,
Go ask their Mothers,
They'd say, they talk mince,
None know the concept of blame.
Politicians are vain,
So please be aware,
They will drive you insane,
They are so hard to bear,
Of them feeling our pain,
There are none of them care,
Stealing money is their only aim.
Jeremy the poor,
He fought for your rights,
You can be sure,
He'll get cash delights,
For debt there's a cure,
More borrowing he cites,
I'm honest, is what he'll proclaim.
Boris the denier,
Has won the election,
With others he'll conspire,
As we face redirection
He's a serial liar,
Who evades detection,
‘' He Doesn't know The Meaning Of Shame ‘'
With falsehoods and lies,
Of truth there's a dearth,
They all come in one size,
Wherever you berth,
It won't be a surprise,
It will simply be more of the same.
Be you, labour or tory,
It will not mean a thing,
For your money and glory,
To your vote they'll cling,
They will cause a furore,
With the misery they bring,
While they revel in fortune and fame.
The electorate take note,
Manifestos are a token,
Whatever they've wrote,
Their vows will be broken,
They'll lie for your vote,
As a truth that's unspoken,
As for dishonesty,
They're all in the frame.
As for all others,
They will make you wince,
It's their bullshit that smothers,
Their mouth's need a rinse,
Go ask their Mothers,
They'd say, they talk mince,
None know the concept of blame.
Politicians are vain,
So please be aware,
They will drive you insane,
They are so hard to bear,
Of them feeling our pain,
There are none of them care,
Stealing money is their only aim.
Jeremy the poor,
He fought for your rights,
You can be sure,
He'll get cash delights,
For debt there's a cure,
More borrowing he cites,
I'm honest, is what he'll proclaim.
Boris the denier,
Has won the election,
With others he'll conspire,
As we face redirection
He's a serial liar,
Who evades detection,
‘' He Doesn't know The Meaning Of Shame ‘'
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`` He Doesn`t Know The Meaning Of Shame ``
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