With Each generation, inflation hits this nation more
A Combination of tax, propaganda, disaster and war
The economy weakens, forecasting, seeing rain thru the door
The future bleak’nd, contrasting nowadays to years before
With dated laws and manifesto’s, protocols and agreements
Full of flaws costing millions along with many bereavements
Innocent victims unneeded, sacrificed to show that there evil
Militant murderers exceeded with money taxed from the people
Its feeble, a steeple towering, like rising high above the clouds
In days gone by, it would be allowed like a war vet aint proud
It shrouds the west, drawing money by the billions
Treat as Minions, the contingents sitting high living steady
The Working class forking cash, like we’re worth 10 a penny
Plenty to go round, getting clowned by the Toff’s and the gentry
With empty ‘festo’s running full until the office’s sets ‘root’
‘Shoot’s’ appear unseen jus ‘germinating’ in wait to contribute
The taxes go up, but wages down unless you sit in a suit
They’d dispute the facts swing em round, probably end up winning
Try’na make a living in a fucked up world, but seem to keep giving
I aint unwilling, jus think its fucked how its run…
Its not all bad but compared to the shit… its like 10% fun!