Foxy they are Liars

Foxy they are Liars

Torys are trained in….The Hunting and death
Of killing for fun…Without taking a breath
They Hold up the mask…..For a trophy in blood
To smear on their kids…..So their Cub’s understood
The tail they cut off ….For a trophy the Brush
But for me, it’s a tail
A tale of blood lust

They test you and prod you
They say that your fit….Atos get doctors
That don’t give a…..Hit
While they wine and dine…Living high on the Hog
They call for the Hounds….Yes we call them the dogs 
The commons assembled…….The trumpets will sound
And one more disabled
Is one less gone to Ground

So they treat us like Foxes, …On high horses they wait
The Fox and his dole, ….We will soon stop his Gait.
The fox gone to ground….Send the Terriers in 
Well soon rip him out,….. An I’ll have his skin.
But Old Red he is Wiley……He went to a House 
No fox hunting there,…..Lords only shoot grouse

And Red has escaped’……For the shortest of time
It’s a House that he hoped
Would make Horse toe the line
John took it to Osborne……He wouldn’t give in
A kid in the street….could see past that grin
That Contempt in his eyes….. saying we got a plan
I’ll make you sorry …. you odious man

They were hunting in Commons,…. I heard the lords say
They will table a motion,…… let the Fox ave’ his day
But the Lords won the fight….. It were two goals to one
Yet I still can’t help thinking….Hunter Osborne ain’t done
Though the Bill is in place…. and some have a care
Old Red isn’t safe while….They still hunting him there .

But For now old Red Labour, is safe in his lair