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pink suits - my old man's a dustman lyrics

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my mum asked me recently
do you ever just switch off
but there’s palm oil in everything
and i’ve got a chronic cough

there’s warnings in the paper
not to breathe the f+cking air
and white supremacist terrorists
won’t be stopped with thoughts and prayers

the rich won’t pay their taxes
but the poor get sent to jail
and the rest of us pick up the slack
when the bank’s too big to fail

there’s children kept in cages
their abusers all walk free
evеryone just turns their head
it’s not еffecting me

the nhs is failing
at the hands of tory scum
i weep for failed america
it’s a sign of what’s to come

if you wanna have a baby still
then contemplate it’s worth
$10 000 each at least
to overpopulate this earth
the planets f+cking burning
and those with sway don’t care
it’s up to us to foot the bill
now that’s not very fair

the media’s not mediating
murdoch’s made his bed
just suppress the voters now
democracy is dead

black lives f+cking matter
now watch how you respond
neutrality is violence
you’ve been silent for too long

our trans brothers and sisters
need our voices in the fight
you feel attacked because you’re wrong
it’s not because you’re white

the times they keep on changing
and you try to block the way
this fighting for equality
is every single day

we are all responsible
this world is f+cking ours
it’s time to strip authority
from all abusive powers
the queen is just for tourists
so let’s sell her f+cking crown
our rents are on the rise again
and the pound’s way f+cking down

the numbers just keep going up
on people sleeping rough
but they redefined poverty
and claimed they’d done enough

so we’re eating out of food banks
and working till were dead
it’s getting harder to resist
i can’t get out of bed

my old man’s a dustman
he’ll work until he’s dead
he’ll grind his bones into the ground
to make his daily bread

oh my old mans a dustman
he’ll work until he’s dead
he’ll grind his bones into the ground
to make his daily bread

oh my old mans a dustman
he’ll work until he’s dead
he’ll grind his bones into the ground
to make his daily bread

- pink suits lyrics

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