My friends are fanatical about where strangers kick a ball
They go retard mental when it goes through a certain hole
How long before they realise the sickly part of their role?
The players hope they never do or else they’ll be on the dole
My workmates all compete to lick the bosses bare white arse
All the while complaining it’s a total fucking farce
How long will they endure the workload and the stress?
How far will their brown tongue stretch is anybody’s guess
My family communicate by text on a mobile phone
They do this to convince themselves that they are not alone
How long before they learn that talking is the best?
If they want to get their troubles off their tortured chest
My neighbours are in bed by ten o’clock every single night
You’d think there was a war on by their lack of living light
How long before they wake up and smell the poison gas
That is strangling the life-force out of the middle class?
My oppressors are laughing all the way to the bank
Their agenda is unfolding while the public’s minds are blank
How long before the requirement that we must all be
chipped?
That all depends how far away it is in their pre-planned script
How long until the credit crunch turns into a depression?
How long until we are left with not one single possession?
How long before the food riots put an end to democracy?
How long are we going to suck the rock of aristocracy?
Cheers!
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