We move along
run with the pack
it seems we've got no choice
and when we want to change the rules,we find
we have no voice.
This suits that lot in parliament who seem hell bent on seeing us living in tents because we can't afford the landlord's rents,
to all intents it seems we've lost a war and some never knew what we were fighting for.
Parliament's an enterprise,a money making scheme,an old boys network for those that don't work,England's glory an Eton and Harrow story
mostly.
I would never advocate anarchy as a get out clause to set us free but the thought occurs that if we had shares in this government we might move out from underneath the yoke, find a voice,crack a joke,
but for now it's just pipe dreams and smoke
and silence in the streets.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
We move along
run with the pack
it seems we've got no choice
and when we want to change the rules,we find
we have no voice.
This suits that lot in parliament who seem hell bent on seeing us living in tents because we can't afford the landlord's rents,
to all intents it seems we've lost a war and some never knew what we were fighting for.
Parliament's an enterprise,a money making scheme,an old boys network for those that don't work,England's glory an Eton and Harrow story
mostly.
I would never advocate anarchy as a get out clause to set us free but the thought occurs that if we had shares in this government we might move out from underneath the yoke, find a voice,crack a joke,
but for now it's just pipe dreams and smoke
and silence in the streets.
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