This government’s greed’s cut into my need By taxing tobacco smoke, I needed my **** to concentrate, They’ve turned it into a joke. So how many lines of poetry I’ll never be able to write, All for the sake of the Nanny State Insisting I quit tonight.
I see it as persecution of The few of us that are left, Turning us into a cash cow that Has left us feeling bereft. I thought that the days of fascists died In the bunker with ******’s crew, We seem to have re-elected them, They’re telling us what to do.
We should be allowed to live our lives The way that we always did, Making our personal choices then And not be ruled by the quid. They keep on edging their taxes up To make us submit by stealth, By making it unaffordable, They say it’s all about health.
What will they do when we all give up And they find all their coffers bare? What will they find to tax us then To make up the smoker’s share? Maybe they’ll tax the pollies perks That they vote themselves at night, Whenever the world’s not watching them, But that never happens - Right?
We seem to be ruled by a den of thieves Who make up rules as they go, Their arrogance you would not believe As they crush the ordinary Joe. It’s time that we formed a voting block To target the safest seats, And toss out the whole corrupted lot By dumping them out in the streets.