They
trot out lots of lies
To praise free enterprise.
But
all they really do
Is
steal from me and you.
They
give the state the blame,
A
rich rogue's lying game.
No
end to their demands
When
power's in their hands.
The
taxman grabs our dosh
And
gives it to the posh,
Through
contracts that are bent.
We
wonder where it went.
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