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My ode to Westminster
and you get another poem
because the words really are flowing
this one's to all mp's
in my home country
together with the civil service
a big machine
to keep you broke and blue
that much is true
soon I'm coming into a load of cash
much more than I could ever splash
a gift from the most low and high
to both I have given my life
debating with myself if sensible
to spend some to rewire the hell
that I've lived in since birth
the system is a dark wide berth
suffering for the have nots
has just got to stop
thinking about numbers and I reckon
can buy the country back for 400 million
seems like a bargain ; sheisters out
though it will help my boss has clout
Sananda can look into your soul
and throw your reputation in a spitting bowl
and he will pick the candidates to run
for my peace party, feeling under the gun?
career politicians a thing of the past
serving the people your having a laugh
yes Minister psychology brought to heel
cos they serve themselves not the people
and if your in a secret society be afraid
of the forthcoming air raid
anti christ? Your just trash
and it's bin day soon, coming in a flash
not that I'm religious at all
no religion weighs me down now
I walk tall
JFK tried to shut them down
but they think they are the crowned
and they can do anything they want
not any more, forced to stop
the cosmics got much bigger guns
and when they play your memories
on TV, you will be glum
and these members of secret societies
in government, will be freed
from their contracts and pension pots
don't serve the people, not all but a lot
all for a pension and a gong
but it's their fault chose a path wrong
nobody's safe from the new world court
hide all you like you will be caught
and your masters at the very top
bound to roll you over to save their lots
soon it's everyone for themselves
as the world escapes this casino goulag hell
