Here come the Parasites

Smarts suits, posh voices, and fancy lies with profit on their mind

Putting the case to sell away our children’s future for their Kind

So let’s sell our souls to the greed of the few, at least it’s a job

Let’s forget the struggles of the past; at least it’s a job

Let’s give away all the gains of the past at, least it’s a job

Let’s grovel and stab each other in the back, at least it’s a job

Off they go more and more profit, evading tax, at least it’s a job

Off to re locate for more profit here’s your p45, now your jobs gone,

Made me richer now fuck off to the job-centre

Ah were after that too.

By Martin Hickman