Something To Believe In

Corking the drooling arses
Of the ruling classes
Dribbling faeces in the faces
Of the lesser of the species
Til we're nose deep
In a compost heap
Of no education
Ill health care
A state of disrepair
Debt regret addiction
Lack of nutrition
Food insecurity
Mental Disorders
Tightening grips
And closing borders
Disrespected Low-lifes
With low life expectency
The fuck the police
Aren't protecting me
So what do you expect
To see from me
Never investing in
Constantly testing
Me and my people
Starving our strengths
And feeding our weaknesses
Lessen the length
Of these choking ropes
The ceaselessness
My thesis is clear
Educate yourself
Work on your health
And your self esteem
Dare to dream
Dya know what I mean

On a day with not a lot to do
You find me shopping for
A cop to shoot
I knock boots
With a prostitute
Get cooked on gas
When i'm off the glue
I'm off to the bank
For to hop the queue
Take all of the money
Then what to do
Do I hijack a plane
And a point of view
Do I fly to the Ukraine
Stop the Coup
Nah trying to get by
Much like you
No time for the
Shit on the News
Of course I've heard it
Read and said
It's in my head
I've bled it
But what the fuck
Can one man do
Unless that man
Is Fu Manchu
Is super human
Knows kung fu
And somehow has
Some point to prove

Contraband
Well that's expanding
I understand
If you've got your hand in
Other peoples pockets
Fucking with their profits
Coz stripped of an economy
We create our own ways
To get through each day
Fucking n Fighting n Thieving
I'll sell you something
To believe in

Just off to collect the dole
So i snort some coke
From a toilet bowl
A preacher tries
To save my soul
While on patrol
For a glory hole
There's too many holes
In his story tho
It's not my fault
I lost control
He wouldn't let go
And I don't lay low
So now I'm a lifer
With no parole
With legal aid
To escape the grave
I don't have the money
For my soul to be saved
Course I'd like my life to thrive
It's why I bought myself this knife
How the fuck
Can a man have hope
I'm struggling here
For to forget the joke
And so I smoke some dope
And I hopped a boat
And then choked a
Paedo Nazi Pope

Yesterday
Was judgement day
I hate to say
But it's pay to pray
So open up your wallet
And put down
Your deposit
All this shit
An atheist makes
What God gives
The church may take
Fucking n Fighting n Thieving
I'll sell you something
To believe in
Contraband
Well that's expanding
I understand
If you've got your hand in
Other peoples pockets
Fucking with their profits
Coz stripped of an economy
We create our own ways
To get through each day
Fucking and Fighting and Thieving
I'll sell you something
To believe in



Credits
Writer(s): Craig Conybeare
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