Feeding off their crumbs...

Beneath the wooden table,
Population, so unstable,
Scraps are being thrown down,
To such an angry crowd,
Hungry?
Worthy?
Political starvation,
Greedy?
Money?
A divided nation,
Lavish meals,
Dishonest deals!
Lining pockets of their own,
Free speech left at home!
Treating us with your slops
All this free loading must stop! 
Spreading your luxury Danish pastries with the finest butter,
Sitting, laughing and joking, like you're posing at your last supper!
Power to the people,
Still with your failure,
The streets are still beating,
Bu bum...bu bum... 
Bu bum...bu bum...
The streets keep beating,
From the cracks of the pavement,
To our next direct debit statement,
We're in the red!
We're in the red!
Where do all the real gangsters live and work? 
In the fake buildings, pretending they rule the world, 
So let's turn the table! 
Tell them we've had enough!
Fed up squabbling for your crumbs!
Let's have a look at the menu?
Now this should be fun!