C*nt
I don’t mean to be blunt
But to be honest you’re a cunt
You oppress the masses and make them your bitch
If it were up to me we’d all be burying you in a ditch
You tear up benefits and kick the weak
We should all be throwing bricks at your giant beak
Surely it was the devil that brought you here?
Or was it all funded by your “Mummy Dear”?
But the thing is you’re part of a larger problem
Those blindfolds over our eyes you hold ‘em
Makes us hate you and forget our real enemy
Now only visible to a few like me
See whilst we were fighting you for our land back
The true oppressor’s whips did crack
The west took everyone’s land
So they could dig for the oil beneath the sand
But the west and the east ain’t the baddies here
They just tell you that to keep up your fear
The men who tell you that, these chimps in three piece suits
The ones who kick you and then make you polish their boots
They are the true oppressors of the masses
How can’t you see this? Do you need glasses?
Because I thought it was plain to see
That this world should belong to you and me
Not the rich oppressors in their white castle
Not the men who decide our fate
Not those that make us drill for oil
Not those that tell us someone whose black or gay is our enemy
No this world belongs to you and me
Is that something you cannot see?
You’ve got this man holding wool over your eyes
The fighting amongst one another is his prize
So I don’t mean to be blunt
But David Cameron you’re a cunt
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