There Goes The Council Tax

It all ends up in the same place,

In the hands of a man who has no face.

Double Velvet tissue in the public loo,

Money's wasted on care with people like you.

Dustbin men collect your rubbish sacks,

There goes the council tax.

You're tearing up our ten pound notes,

To mend your house and get your smokes.

The police are out nine in ten,

Funded by those faceless men

Pax Romana's lost her Pax,

There goes the council tax.

Parties campaign, say they'll give you more.

But they rob from the rich and waste it on the poor.

There's a conspiracy theory,

Says your part of a plan.

But it's just a scam,

By the grey-suit man.

(Bridge)

There it goes,

Down the drain.

The street-sweeper men,

Are out again.

Try to fill your heads,

With thoughts and facts.

There goes the council tax,

There goes the council tax.

Waking up the neighbours in the middle of the night,

Have you got anything to do with your life?

What about getting a job, perhaps?

Then you could pay your council tax,

Then you could pay your council tax,

Then you could pay your council tax.