Bloddy burocrats

They take it all away,
They leave you empty-handed,
In the middle of the road,
You're left stranded,
Without a dime in your pocket,
And no place to go,
What's the thing to do,
Who in the world knows.


As long as they can make a buck,
Whether you're hurtin' or not,
I tell you mate, they just don't give a fuck.


You see 'em drowning in champagne on their fancy yats,
And buying gucci coats for their ugly cats,
I tell you mate, they just don't give a fuck, bloddy burocrats.


Where ya goin'?,
Imma blowin',
Your burocratic mind.


You have to fill in forms to fall in love,
And then some more,
When you find that love just ain't enough,
And you wanna walk out the door,
They're all just blue blodded gits,
Who only go to bed,
To fuck like bunnies and make a hoard of burokids,
Ain't that the tits.


Our pain to them is just a form of refined comedy,
If their stocks went down a point, wouldn't that be a tragedy,
Tell you mate, they just don't give a fuck about you and me.


They're all happy go lucky driving in their sport cars,
While we're sitting in our porches pist off at this pharse,
Tell you mate, we're fucked, and they're laughing away drinkin' at their minibars


Watcha' doin'?
Imma running,
'Coz the burocrats are bombing,
They've got their panties,
In a bunch,
Apparently they just can't take a punch.


They see us bleedin',
Lyin' on the streets and pleadin'
But first they need an assesment meeting,
While we're sufferin' and acting like tottlers,
Just kicking away and screamin'.
Tell you mate, Bloddy burocrats.