When I was younger
When I was younger
So much younger than today
I thought I'm no fool
I'd best go to school
I sat at the back
Safe from attack
Trying to be good
Under my hood
I've a jesters hat
A mind that moves
Like a cat
Watches this and that
I like that
That's Funny
Mr Mean needs a dummy
And Mr Whines nose is runny
But the hoops and trips
They make me skip ain't funny
So with knowledge in my sack
And eyes looking back
I see the confusion, delusion, illusion
Of their way appear before
And I hear the words
Welcome
Welcome my son
Welcome to the machine
And I think
Duck that!
Money makes man mean
And ain't it obscene
For money
To pull down a tree
And put up a tower
A road a fat old house
For a fat old toad
I keep a light load
Carry music to college
And learn to teach
Polytricky polite picky politicians
Not to preach
From the summit
Of a mountain
Of man made crap
Man made power
It makes me grimly glower
In Grace
Best get all the selfish stunts
In one big ivory
And when we know where they are
Lets lock the door
And dig a moat
And let The Boatman
Bring them across
One by one
'Cos
Though they've took us for fools
Even slime and rot
And rats and snot
And vomit on the floor
(thanks Frank)
Deserves a second chance
But this time
Lets attach a safety line
So they can't run and hide
Look at things from a different angle
Their escalators become slides
Beacon
A turning of the tides
Seeing in the long run
There'll be no more free rides
Mr Blair's hidden drawers stink
He thinks
'Cos he hasn't signed a paper
And his personal interests aren't declared
He's not crossed the line
The thin line of truth and lies
The thin line of peace and war
So what's he doing?
With his hands
And things that dings
Behind the flaming eyes
Of disguise
That cloak and veil
The Blairing Bush
Mr Blair should declare
His vulnerable inventions
Make clear his links stinks and intentions
His personal interests in oil
That make kind blood boil
And Monsanito insanito
Pharmaceuticals farmin'
False hopes and false desires
And sick stressin'
Side effectin'
Eye numbin'
Cotton woolin'
Thievin' devil death dealin'
Doses of chemical shit
Dear Mr Blair,
Who've you been shakin' hands with
Behind that duckin' Bush
Do the world a favour
Smoke bush.
Ted
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If you feel that the name Blair makes these words out of date then just look at how much that crook is claiming from your taxes for his protection and security whilst gallivanting around the world
wheelin' and dealin' makin his £milllions. You would think he would have the grace to pay for himself, perhaps not.
So much younger than today
I thought I'm no fool
I'd best go to school
I sat at the back
Safe from attack
Trying to be good
Under my hood
I've a jesters hat
A mind that moves
Like a cat
Watches this and that
I like that
That's Funny
Mr Mean needs a dummy
And Mr Whines nose is runny
But the hoops and trips
They make me skip ain't funny
So with knowledge in my sack
And eyes looking back
I see the confusion, delusion, illusion
Of their way appear before
And I hear the words
Welcome
Welcome my son
Welcome to the machine
And I think
Duck that!
Money makes man mean
And ain't it obscene
For money
To pull down a tree
And put up a tower
A road a fat old house
For a fat old toad
I keep a light load
Carry music to college
And learn to teach
Polytricky polite picky politicians
Not to preach
From the summit
Of a mountain
Of man made crap
Man made power
It makes me grimly glower
In Grace
Best get all the selfish stunts
In one big ivory
And when we know where they are
Lets lock the door
And dig a moat
And let The Boatman
Bring them across
One by one
'Cos
Though they've took us for fools
Even slime and rot
And rats and snot
And vomit on the floor
(thanks Frank)
Deserves a second chance
But this time
Lets attach a safety line
So they can't run and hide
Look at things from a different angle
Their escalators become slides
Beacon
A turning of the tides
Seeing in the long run
There'll be no more free rides
Mr Blair's hidden drawers stink
He thinks
'Cos he hasn't signed a paper
And his personal interests aren't declared
He's not crossed the line
The thin line of truth and lies
The thin line of peace and war
So what's he doing?
With his hands
And things that dings
Behind the flaming eyes
Of disguise
That cloak and veil
The Blairing Bush
Mr Blair should declare
His vulnerable inventions
Make clear his links stinks and intentions
His personal interests in oil
That make kind blood boil
And Monsanito insanito
Pharmaceuticals farmin'
False hopes and false desires
And sick stressin'
Side effectin'
Eye numbin'
Cotton woolin'
Thievin' devil death dealin'
Doses of chemical shit
Dear Mr Blair,
Who've you been shakin' hands with
Behind that duckin' Bush
Do the world a favour
Smoke bush.
Ted
….................................................................
If you feel that the name Blair makes these words out of date then just look at how much that crook is claiming from your taxes for his protection and security whilst gallivanting around the world
wheelin' and dealin' makin his £milllions. You would think he would have the grace to pay for himself, perhaps not.