God save the Queen,
and damn the NHS.
Screw 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 damn 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!