Little man, big car
Self important TV star
Spurned lovers with a tale they must tell
Dreamers who bank on magic spells
I like to think I’m fair
But I’m tearing out my hair
This time I’ll make an exception
And short circuit your redemption
If you haven’t been shot you should be
If you haven’t been lynched you could be
If I had my way you would be
If you haven’t been shot you should be
Bean counters, bureaucrats
Money-men and fat fat cats
Slack jaws and Burberry gits
Homophobes and lawless kids
Soulless spirits, whinging sods
Pessimists and Bubblegum Gods
Those that chaser just material dreams
Disney and their cancerous schemes