There Goes The Council Tax

There Goes The Council Tax

It all ends up in the same place,

In the hands of a man who has no face.

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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.

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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

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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.

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There's a conspiracy theory,

Says your part of a plan.

But it's just a scam,

By the grey-suit man.

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(Bridge)

There it goes,

Down the drain.

The street-sweeper men,

Are out again.

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Try to fill your heads,

With thoughts and facts.

There goes the council tax,

There goes the council tax.

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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.