Guns and drugs and violent thugsÂ
> Teenagers pregnant and pissed up mugs
> Pensioners shaking behind there curtain
> Never knowing just what's for certain
> Holes in kids clothes and there shoes
> Cos there parents are standing in longer dole queuesÂ
> Getting there giro every 2nd week
> Never actually going for a job they apparently seek
> Curfews tags and restraining orders
> Gang warfare over postcode Borders
> Families split over vile disputes
> People cowering as another gun shoots
> Crime rates going up and don't look to be ceasing
> Whatever happened to neighbourhood policing
> A blind eye forever turnedÂ
> But never a lesson to be learned
> Anger hovers over like a hungry vulture
> Feeding off the crazy gang culture
> Kids being left to fend for themselves
> While dads out earning stealing off shelves
> Domestic violence and child abuse
> Is it worth the government trying what's the use
> It's Cameron now in the driving seat
> To crash like brown would be one mean feat
> But well all have to wait patiently
> And shudder at the rise in vatÂ
> America in the 20 s went through depression
> And that's our next stage after recession
> They say police are getting moreÂ
> convictions
> But shouldn't we be charging the politicians
> For creating a mess when there was no need
> But it grew from the belly of labour greed
> Now we must stand as common people and fight
> And satisfy the governments taxation appetiteÂ
> Mps love to give u a fable
> But soon there won't be food to put on the table
> And while they go home to there top houses and cars
> Were left in the gutter to bare the scars
> Us commoners always the scapegoat
> They may swell abolish the vote
> Cos it doesn't matter who loses or wins
> It's always us who are punished for there sins
> The house of lords should be officially axed
> And make sure the wankers are properly taxed
> Get there kids out of private school
> And stop taking Joe ordinary for a fool
> Hospitals full prisons overcrowded
> Government do there best to keep things shrouded
> Trains delayed cos of riots at the station
> Whatever happened to our great nation
> Our forefathers died for the freedom we should cherish
> Because many millions had to perishÂ
> But there's no respect from the youth of today
> Going about things and *** what they say
> But Soon enough I can see through the trees
> And this country is about to fall to it's knees
> So let's cut out all the dead wood and dig out the weeds
> And replace them by planting brand new seeds
> Ones whose roots will grow and spread
> That way were not leaving our country to soon be dead
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Back to the FutureGuns and drugs and violent thugs > Teenagers pregnant and pissed up mugs > Pensioners shaking behind there curtain > Never knowing just what's for certain > Holes in kids clothes and there shoes > Cos there parents are standing in longer dole queues > Getting there giro every 2nd week > Never actually going for a job they apparently seek > Curfews tags and restraining orders > Gang warfare over postcode Borders > Families split over vile disputes > People cowering as another gun shoots > Crime rates going up and don't look to be ceasing > Whatever happened to neighbourhood policing > A blind eye forever turned > But never a lesson to be learned > Anger hovers over like a hungry vulture > Feeding off the crazy gang culture > Kids being left to fend for themselves > While dads out earning stealing off shelves > Domestic violence and child abuse > Is it worth the government trying what's the use > It's Cameron now in the driving seat > To crash like b...  |
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