His father was a tool maker
and make a tool he did.
Labour they say but that's
something he don't know what is.

A lawyer, real QC, more like the real GC;
at least she's got a personality of her own,
But he's more boring
than a white porcelain throne.

Yes yes, we'll build you
some new homes.
But want some heating?
Well then you're out on your own.

Perhaps it's wrong for me
to sit here and moan,
when the alternatives a bloke
who's got a fear of boats.

Worse yet, he don't want them to float;
Drown they shout, drown them all out.
From their countries they've flown,
so why not give a dog a freaking bone?

Worried about the nation’s health?
Well, loan the cost from your personal wealth.
Ex-banker they say, but
****** he stays.

The son of a tool maker or the sum of a lifetime faker.
The UK's respect on the world stage?
Pfft.
See ya later.

Aren't I forgetting someone?
Someone who don't have gaffs?
Yeah right, she's got more than
a pole with a large iron hook attached.

One squatting in number 10,
The other's not in Clacton
and her thoughts, philosophies
and ideas are sorely out of action.

Take for granted, but I don't understand it
Complaints, Distaste, it stays the same
 
Everyday, everytime, a reluctant related relevant memory, losing me in body and mind.

"Who?, What?, Why? And where? All your lil indisgersions, playing with no meaning, your existence I cannot bear.

I'll answer no questions with money jumping, no magic while I stunt you.

The vision of you, leaves you with a taste of blood to the mouth, The pinnacle of a intentional unintelligent take over, if so, try to figure me out.

Living life surrounded by haters, all different flavours but never waver, it's doing me no favours.

When you look at me, and cannot see, all the pain I've been through, you just want me to ill out, don't you?

Our relationships so thin, you've left a grade A story on my skin.

Samuel offend, no?!, you stupid **** ***** I just deliver the post!

Remember all the times to helped, OH WAIT never you *****, so *******, I'll do it on my own and I'll be rich.

You thought you were hard and you scared me but I this time you couldn't see that you were just a freak to me.

Tearing me apart like a self destructive embalmer, Stolen back my body and mind from one I once called mother.

You destroyed our lives in everyway, you're in my head, a head you cannot stay.

I know it's a sad song, but I'm better off without you and this I know.....