Ant Smith

Political

Gotcha

I remember your racist campaigning

Your attacks on our community

I remember you clearly stating

Society was illusionary

I remember you devastating

The markets with bad policy

I remember your vocal training

From satchi and sodding satchi

I remember you were not for turning

While you had the power of the police

I remember your green goddesses burning

While you lost control of the streets

I remember you taxing our fuel

While the miners stood up against you

I remember you snatching our milk

When I was still in school

You can turn in your grave if you want to

Return to your Victorian values

Burke and Hare wouldn't get but two coppers

For a cadaver as twisted as you

I'm glad I've seen the last of your handbags

And that Brixton is planning a rave

I'm gonna put on my old glad rags

And I'm gonna piss upon your grave

Yes, I'm gonna put on my old glad rags

And I'm gonna piss up on your grave

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