OUR COUNTRY.
This is a funny old country we live in,
Full of hatred and greed,
The rich fill their pockets with money,
while our poor just sit there in need,
The immigrants line our country like books along a shelf,
To our jobs, housing and benefits they help themselves.
Cheap labour, cheap pay you can bring a few mates.
Move in the whole family on a council estate.
Four pound an hour, pay you in cash,
You can send some home or keep it as stash.
Or failing that if no offers, try the job centre today,
If you don’t have a job, they will give you free pay,
Milk tokens for your babies, sixty pound in the pot.
And a council grant if you need one, right on the spot!
A school for your kids half a mile up the road,
Or we can give you a car to lighten the load.
You can use our doctors freely, be seen by the NHS
No wonder this whole country is in such mess!
This is a funny old country we live in
because all people do is take,
It will be a broken country we will be living in soon,
make no mistake!
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