Dear Mr Cameron, Dear Mrs CleggI've got a few questions, not pullin' yer leg,so please give a listen, I really must begfor a moment of your precious time.
A big surprise what they're doing to our country....
You'd like all the people to sit down in silenceand certainly abstain from
abhorrent violencebut how can we sit in contentment to christenyour system, when clearly you're not going to listen
The bankers, the bonuses, bona fide bastardsare supping the champagne, expensively plasteredyou speak of recession and endless cutbackswhilst most of your chummies are dodging their tax
Dear Mr Cameron, Dear Mr CleggI'm not being funny, but do you expectall the people to sit down and quietly reflecton the rug being pulled underfoot?
Mrs Clegg, you are sat in your warm, comfy office, yegot there by mast'ring the fine art of sophistry,Cameron, can't quite believe that you got your wish,always presumed you were grown in a petri dish.
What will become of the hope and the glorythe future will tell an abominable storyDeeply I want to say "Better beware"but the truth is that, surely, you really don't care
Keep the rich even richerthe poor even poorerAnd slowly but surelyand surely and surerthe present kills futurethe parents eat infantsand all of our culturedevolves into fragmentsand eats itselfwhere is your sense of posteritylook past your pockets and into the futureyDear Mr Cameron, Dear Mrs CleggA terrible rhyme, I know, but I must begthat you pull out your earplugs, use your fucking headsor you'll sink us all into the watersink us all into the sea - erwe might as well be North Koreatell all the police stop the fearour country's become rather queerthat's just about all now my dearjust about all now my dear...
In a green and pleasant land sittingWatching clouds a running byTake the heart from the unwittingPull the sunshine from the sky
Dear Mr Cameron, Dear Mr CleggBeyond the issue of expense,have some bloody sense....
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