(no subject)

I blame the government
For making me this way
Bitter and twisted and crap
Bored psychopathic
At the end of the day
I blame the government for that
Poor education, death on the roads
The writing that’s not on the wall
The war in The Balkans
The war in The Falklands
It’s not like The Waltons at all

I’m the judge and the jury
Prosecution and defence
I’m the wife, the friend
The twelve angry men
And I blame them

For the child that’s abandoned
The decline in standards
Cruelty to animals and yes,
There’s no enjoyment
In mass unemployment
Ulcers,starvation and death

Under achievers
Taken by the receivers
The school leavers left on the shelf
Robbery with violence
With torture and silence
Small print, the pop charts
And everything else

I’m the judge and the jury
Prosecution and defence
I’m the wife, the friend
The twelve angry men
And I blame them

If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I’d fly over Whitehall tomorrow
And crap on the bastards below
It’s ugly and crude and I’m sorry
I just want you to leave me alone
You’re selling us all down The Swannee
I’m tired and I want to go home

As we disappear into the distance
The sinking ship leaving the rats
For making me bitter and twisted
I blame the government for that