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(David Cameron talking bollocks)
Say we're living in broken Britain, but what the fuck do you know about it?
Sit inside your 2nd home with your cup of tea, while you’re kicking families out on the streets
Chase the jobless for the student loans and, old timers can’t heat their homes, yet
While your chilling in the sun on speed boats, were all fucked, no scapegoat (noooooooo)
Come take all my cash from me
The shirt on my back, and the air I breathe
Go and pawn your ps3
Cos we're living in this British poverty
Got us stuck in recession depression, but what the fuck do you know about it?
Got us in this mess with your idle lies, then it hits, you run away and hide
Never trying to help anyone out, and expecting us to just cope with it
Your all scumbags, fucking ferocious, brush us aside, collect your bonus? (noooooooo)
Come take all my cash from me
The shirt on my back, and the air I breathe
Go and pawn your ps3
Cos we're living in this British poverty
Come take all my cash from me
The shirt on my back, and the air I breathe
Go and pawn your ps3
Cos we're living in this British poverty
Come take all my cash from me
The shirt on my back, and the air I breathe
Don’t need sky, have to rent your TV
When you’re living in dark times called British poverty
Who can take your money
Flush it down the drain
Screw the country up and make you go insane
The bankerman
Yea the bankerman can
The bankerman can 'cos he doesn't give a damn about the work you do
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