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A Tale Of Two Cities
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Peak #192
Peak in subgenre #31
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March 18, 2013
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I’ve got a house with lots of rooms, a mansion you might say Including lots of bedrooms in case Europe wants to stay I’ll gladly have Mugabe and Kim Jong-Il as my guests Unless there’s an election and they come off second best I’ve empty rooms a’plenty in my Manor on the Downs And more in my pied a terre in good old London town My family don’t need them though my servants use a few And neither gaffe is mortgaged thanks to Dad’s tax dodging, too But the poor folk don’t need spare rooms, they’re a drain upon the state They’ve a couch and when that’s full there is the floor if they haven’t got a job well that’s not my fault is it, mate? That’s the price they pay for being bloody poor. I like to view the works of art of relatives long gone For they’re the reason I have got two houses not just one They made a lot of money out of misery, don’t you know Oh bugger me, I forgot about my lovely French chateau Three houses keep me busy and provide for holidays With my wife, two kids and nanny in our lovely Swiss chalet That makes it four now, doesn’t it, mathematics is a b*** Thank God I’ve an accountant who makes sure that I stay rich But the poor folk should be happy with a roof over their head That doesn’t leak except for when it rains And lifts that never work and kids that sleep three in a bed Whilst I sit quaffing my vintage champagnes I don’t see what you’re getting at, the point you’re trying to make Disabled kids don’t need their own room let the plebs eat cake It’s not my fault that I am rich whilst they don’t have a crumb Why should I care about them, they are not my problem, chum? I really don’t have time for all their whinging and their moans They don’t know the costs involved in keeping up 4 homes We’re all in this together, Dave and George have told me so My man has told me that my car is ready, I must go So clear a path, get out my way, stop pushing, shoving, jolting Don’t raise your fists to me, it’s true, the peasants are revolting.
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