God save the Queen,
and **** the NHS.
***** the poor,
revere the wealthy.
Business is good;
the population; unhealthy.
Your life's duty to the nation;
Work, spend and copulation.
With currency the cutlery,
to carve the nation up.
We have no choice but to
sip the poison sup.
Turn weak on weak,
Anger from frustration.
In the cold cold heat of
the cruelty of this nation.
God **** the Queen,
and save the NHS.
Give the wealth,
to one and all.
Heed this call;
what we need today.
Is to take back power;
so we can give it away!
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
God save the Queen,
and **** the NHS.
***** the poor,
revere the wealthy.
Business is good;
the population; unhealthy.
Your life's duty to the nation;
Work, spend and copulation.
With currency the cutlery,
to carve the nation up.
We have no choice but to
sip the poison sup.
Turn weak on weak,
Anger from frustration.
In the cold cold heat of
the cruelty of this nation.
God **** the Queen,
and save the NHS.
Give the wealth,
to one and all.
Heed this call;
what we need today.
Is to take back power;
so we can give it away!
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