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May 2016
I would be a liar
If I pretended to like
The stupid way of holding on to your money that you do
You see there are people struggling all over the world
Trying to put things right
And you sit on the Internet
Looking at the stock market all
Night
I tell you that your stocks are down
To get you off the conputer
But you want to stay there
And ***** the poor people of this land
Stuff the rich they are a lot of ***** and nobody likes them besides their mum
You see they are drinking expensive alcohol in a posh looking club while the party people's clubs are all run down
You want what they want and that sounds nice but you look in your wallet and see $1 and you say
Hey mr rich **** can I have some dough and the rich man screws up his nose and says no
And he says if you really want money mate you need to work for it like us all and then you walk away saying stuff the rich
I am struggling can't ya see
I have no money and no love
And all you care about is whether
You have rising stocks stuff you
I work harder at my window washing business than you do on your computer and nobody gives a hoot about us, no
Stuff the rich
They don't care about anything
Apart from their 5 hotels and big
Rich mansions with a big dog out the front near the gate
And if I tried to tease your dog
You will set the **** thing on me
Like the rich ******* that you Are
I run fast on my legs saying I want to get away and forever hide from this mean old dog
Stuff the rich I will be happy to
Receive $3 a person for what it's
Worth but do I get anything from you, no you just watch your stocks while we struggle
Stuff the stuff the stuff the flaming
Rich
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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