Someones grandmother lays dying
In a corridor of shame
That once was a hospital
Now an accountants domain
Get out of your homes
Or pay extra a room
I dont see The Windsors
Crushed and in doom
How many palaces are needed
For the parasites elite
Mps gilted edged pensions
While peasants struggle to eat
Theres no such thing as illness
Unless you are rich
Then you\"re allowed the sniffles
An engagement to miss
The jobcentres are filled
With a new type of breed
The disabled, old and vunerable
Upon whom the rich feed
Democracy you are
As you\"ve always been
An attack on freedom
That fools never see.
A war has been declared
On the disabled and poor
The youth and the claimants
We all have to suffer
One law for Mps and their colleagues
Police and The Lords
Misconduct in public office
A get out of jail clause.