Tax the poor, screw them well Bleed the bastards dry While I force an oily tear From the corner of my crocodile eye
Slash their libraries, close them down Pulp their bloody books And fill the space with bingo halls To show we give two little ducks
Give them zero hour contracts And force them into debt Another one onto the street Is another room to let
We’ll get them collecting faeces From off the streets and parks And pay malnourishment wages Push them into the mouths of smiling loan sharks
And England’s green and pleasant land Shall be taken back bit by bit Til her feudal hills and dales resound to “Peasant, pick up that piece of shit!”
And as a slavish media reverberates With royalty and foreigners and weather Just pick up your turd and swallow the lie “We’re all in this together”. Harry Gallagher
