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The economic forecast is sickening my arse,
and the current financial climate it'd make ya fuck'n violent, all this doom and gloom and the countries left in ruins, their party politics wouldn't fix shit!
Bankers, bailouts the I.M.F.
The countries in a fuck'n wreck,
all this talk would sicken your shit,
its enough to drive a man to drink!
Fuck the recession, sure lets go on the session!
Shut up about politics, 'cos we're all get'n pissed,
We'll have to keep on drink'n to stop this country sink'n...
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Its hard to not let it get on top of you,
bankers still get bonuses, you're on the dole queue,
say there's no cash for hospitals and schools,
plenty in the pockets of political fools,
BULLSHIT! Its always been the same,
its us who pay its them to blame.
How long are we gonna put up with this?
How long before we stand up and resist?
I'm gonna put on my martin boots,
and buy a heap a booze.
I'm gonna put on my Sherman shirt,
and drink for all I'm worth!
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