My daddy was a tax dodger
And he never paid the HMRC
He just loved to live that way
And keep the public's money
So I’m rich and you are poor
And that’s how it will stay
Cos my cheating accountant
Is the only one I’ll pay
So you’ve come to shake us up
And think we’re going to grovel
But instead we'll hammer you
With the judge’s gavel
My daddy was a tax dodger
And he never paid the HMRC
He just loved to live that way
And keep the public's money
You might think that you can
Bring our system to the ground
But we’ll put you in prison
And we’ll grind you right down
And we’ll never give you bail
Or let you work together
Cos the feral elite
Know that'd not be so clever
So we’ll charge for your rocking chair
Cos what we’re spinning
Is we’re all in it together
And that Britain's winning
My daddy was a tax dodger
And he never paid the HMRC
He just loved to live that way
And keep the public's money
Run bolshie run
Hide out in the hills
I can use the hole in the wall
But you poor never will
"The Capitalist Guard" (1918, Netherlands) |
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With fullest apologies to The Clash...
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