Tie your thoughts polite together
And pile them up in storm clouds
I know you like to let it rain now and then
The government took all your toys
And threw them in a iron box
You can't be trusted to play it safe
Hold hands with the other children
And forget about your loss.
They have civil servants to feel your pain,
now and again
Post the envelope, have your say
Pick a tyrant on the day
Tongue tied and dignified,
Sign your rights away.
By all means carry signs in to heaven
Paint your black words
Against the bleached white of their success
Shaking fists and raising lungs
Rain on their parade
You've got a straw man's chance in hell
They wish you all the best.
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