Nick Jordan. (Wimbledon)
I don't trust the conspiracy
Of all of the things we don't see,
We're constantly lied to
Like we're some kind of fools,
It often occurs to me,
That we are not meant to see,
Half of these things
Coz they're kept behind Walls.
I just wish that we could be,
Treated with dignity
And With a little moral respect
Rather than aggrieved and cheated and deceived,
As that's not what I had come to expect.
Makes me so damn angry,
There's no places I'd rather be
Than this so called great land,
But there's one or two other things
That are confusing me,
And they're things that I can't understand.
There's weapons of destruction,
And ministers corruption,
The scandal of horse meat,
And how our police force cheat,
Yet we still let the bastards command.
The rich will grow richer,
And the poor will remain poor,
We will always be lied to
As we're all treated like whores,
Aristocracy Create the rules,
Whilst we're all regarded as fools.
So here's to the system
And all those in charge,
Think of us normal folk that don't give it large,
Does our honesty and integrity
Mean nothing to you,
You're all lyings bastards
And cheats through and through.
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