Ant Smith

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Ninety nine percent of us

I'd rather spend a tenner

On a half a half a wrap

Than feed the hungry mouth

Of a capitalist twat

I'd rather crush my appetite

With half a rescued fag

Than queue up in a Tescos

For bargain basement scraps

I'd rather take a dab

From a mate's kindly offered stash

Than stand in line with cap in hand

While the bastard tories laugh

Give us back our food supply

Or you will be a surprised

Ninety nine percent of us

Have a power if we rise

I'd rather pee by candle light

In a street or in a ditch

Than use the gift of so called choice

As to who can take the piss

I'd rather take my shelter

Beneath a starlight sky

Than pay for bricks and mortar

Owned by some fat banker guy

I'd rather hold my breath

Apoplex and die

Than share the very air

That carries all your lies

Give us back our food supply

Or you will be a surprised

Ninety nine percent of us

Have a power if we rise

You may dream of apathy

In the bellies of the mass

But mark my words for I have seen

Hell fire tempered wrath

Give us back our food supply

Or you will be a surprised

Ninety nine percent of us

Have a power when we rise

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