A Thousand Lies by The Infested Lyrics
Crooked two-faced politicians and all your bullshit tax evasions
We fund your Punch and Judy party whilst you laugh in our faces all day
Lay down the laws and penalise, the hard working cogs you victimise
We're ripped apart for one mistake, but your expense piss-take is OK?
We're forced to pay, no other way, your restaurant bills and your pornos too
Your fancy phone, your second home, some people don't even have one
A suit and tie sure will not mend, a thousand lies let’s not pretend
Broken Britain you let it be, no faith in you, our trust decreased
It's down to us to sew the seed
You proved to us just how to win, this capitalist rat-race we're within
Rob the poor, exploit the flaws, a great example you've set
We'll keep slaving and being blind, to the tax that robs us every time
You'll decide what info's leaked so you can claim that TV set
Your fancy parties, your dirty panties, your designer garden and your stupid hair
Your flashy car, your Caviar, you're the real crooks in this world
You bitch and moan, try to control, all the criminals that we have in our world
You hypocrites, you make me sick, just because you're rich it doesn't make it OK
To rob the poor, millions robbed, in this expenses scandal in which you were caught
If this was us, we would be locked up… A slap on the wrist is all you got
We fund your Punch and Judy party whilst you laugh in our faces all day
Lay down the laws and penalise, the hard working cogs you victimise
We're ripped apart for one mistake, but your expense piss-take is OK?
We're forced to pay, no other way, your restaurant bills and your pornos too
Your fancy phone, your second home, some people don't even have one
A suit and tie sure will not mend, a thousand lies let’s not pretend
Broken Britain you let it be, no faith in you, our trust decreased
It's down to us to sew the seed
You proved to us just how to win, this capitalist rat-race we're within
Rob the poor, exploit the flaws, a great example you've set
We'll keep slaving and being blind, to the tax that robs us every time
You'll decide what info's leaked so you can claim that TV set
Your fancy parties, your dirty panties, your designer garden and your stupid hair
Your flashy car, your Caviar, you're the real crooks in this world
You bitch and moan, try to control, all the criminals that we have in our world
You hypocrites, you make me sick, just because you're rich it doesn't make it OK
To rob the poor, millions robbed, in this expenses scandal in which you were caught
If this was us, we would be locked up… A slap on the wrist is all you got