Dead Objectives - May Poll Lyrics

With every hospital you close you condemn the sick to die
If you're disabled, poor or old, the end is f*cking nigh
The queues of rumbling stomachs down the food bank every day
Are on zero-hours pittance while they vote to up their pay
Disguise your shady MP's past; you've not an ounce of candour
The opposition fought, the moronic slander
Nothing good can come of this. You bring anarchy to the table
A house of cards on a windy day is far more strong and stable

Communities lay in tatters, the UK's lost its soul
Ever since you came to power, we've danced around the May-Poll
You won't stay too long in that ivory tower
A phoenix born of Tory flames; the oppressed will rise to power