Local councils
cannot stand you if you move outside the estate, cannot wait to drag you back in to the orange bin for food waste, green bin for the bottles, I could flamin' well throttle 'em, pay your council tax as you lay down on your backs and think of England, I'd ****** 'swing for 'em, aye, high on the gallows.

listen up buttercup
they'll dress you down and tuck you up
to ******* up and keep you in the system,

they're on the radar
and come the revolution,
the local council won't get far,
we'll be watching.