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Marches No's 23, 24, 25 Lyrics
To eat and smoke and bet and swill's no substitute for moral will
In proportion economics is just a part of politics
It's values and attitudes not economic platitudes
Ethics and thrift and vision and work, not food and medicine and free milk
That make a nation strong
Crime and violence and wife and child beating are not products of not eating
The foundation of the nations's family values and civilisation
Poverty is wrong
The defence of the nation its tone its true inspiration
Respect for other peoples goods things for which our fathers stood
Many broken promises have generated grievances
expectations' malcontents, people who won't pay the rent, will always belong
To hopes that can't be satisfied in groups who only can deride
Those people who respect the law who've raised themselves up from the poor
They'd never stay among
Because they have to fight to change a world that's bought and sold and strange,
Real lives are never understood - explained - in terms of attitudes or patriotic songs
And those who try to pull the trick are vile and nasty, cruel and thick
The f*****g b******s get on my wick their viciousness just makes me sick
The s****y f*****s can't explain their lives as real as stress and strain
They want to wallow in champagne, they're lazy stupid weak and vain
In proportion economics is just a part of politics
Ethics and thrift and vision and work, not food and medicine and free milk
That make a nation strong
The foundation of the nations's family values and civilisation
Poverty is wrong
Respect for other peoples goods things for which our fathers stood
expectations' malcontents, people who won't pay the rent, will always belong
To hopes that can't be satisfied in groups who only can deride
Those people who respect the law who've raised themselves up from the poor
They'd never stay among
Real lives are never understood - explained - in terms of attitudes or patriotic songs
The f*****g b******s get on my wick their viciousness just makes me sick
The s****y f*****s can't explain their lives as real as stress and strain
They want to wallow in champagne, they're lazy stupid weak and vain
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