The Unfairness Of Angels

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We live in a circus run by a clown
A fat Jock called Gorden Brown
The rest of world has nothing to say
They always shout louder in the USA
But now the tables turned on the UK
They can send probes to Mars
But they can't get rid of my scars
I see the criminals walking free
But yet you imprison me
They say you can now treat aids
They treat us like slaves
Send brainwashed innocence into War
Whilst they retreat behind the door
Increase the price of food and drink
Whilst in debt we sink
House prices continue to fall
When last year they promised us all
"We are safe in ‘your' hands"
Lie in newspapers so the fool understands
Increase fuel for the airplanes
And hike the fares up on trains
Allow us freedom of speech
But who does it reach
Feed us treats like goldfishes
In glass bowls of idle wishes
Here comes the great white shark
The moral panics after dark
They use the blame culture
They circle like the vulture
Praying on the weak
Those too tired to speak
Confuse us with global warming
With inkless pens they create the drawing
Allow drugs and alcohol to be consumed
They create an illusion 'we're all doomed'
We are not doomed my friends
Ignore these created trends
Believe in your instinct
Before the human race is extinct
Never believe in what they say is true
Flip them the bird and say 'F**k You!"















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