Each and everyday, I think about suicide,
Britain is a place for the dead thinkers.
To speak your mind, is to be killed by the law.
Have a breakdown is to have probation.
Never mind we all be dead soon,
The sun will swallow us whole.
No more lies from politicians,
No more lies from companies,
No more hiding the naked body,
No more being fool for a taxman.
Britain is a place drones to a tax office,
You get pushed to pay your bills,
Never to have good customer service,
You are boxed under, SCREW YOU!
Never mind we all be dead soon,
The sun will swallow us whole.
No more lies from politicians,
No more lies from companies,
No more hiding the naked body,
No more being fool for a taxman.
Thank god I am dead inside this body,
Otherwise I be sent to war to be killed,
Take your two face words my friend,
And ram it up your leadership arse.
Never mind we all be dead soon,
The sun will swallow us whole.
Cradle to the grave but never swearing an oath,
Long live my heart for Owain Glyndwr.
