Tell Me that you Diss-agree

As I look at his face, slowly and surely, fantasizing about a shallow grave

Know I am not mad, I am not delirious, I am sad and rather inconspicuous,

For you see I am not of the wealthy elite, I am poor and can barely afford to eat,

But with conservative politics in power, never the twain shall meet.

Expensive cologne and old Etonians ties to be worn, the boys are in power,

The rich rejoice at becoming stronger, Cameron shouts we have done it boys,

We will make the rich richer, we will make the poor poorer, and can they stoop any lower,

By George they say “We are all in it together” as my kids wonder if they will have any dinner.

Off shore accounts, oh! And tax evasion that’s the life for a tory patron,

The working class are on their arse, the jobless total has helped surpass the torie record,

Of times gone past, Etonians brotherhood they are all so fuckin sad and here they are all just as mad,

With their money, with their land, screwing everyone, including Trevor the old farmhand.

So we come to the end, were all in it together they told us then, so tell me please I want to know,

Where is the job you promised me, the recession you say, so it is not our fault you see,

There is no help for me, it was labours fault you see and the country is not a money tree,

But what seems really funny to me is how the fuckin bankers always get there moneeeee.