comedy Lyrics

Pleasure yourself

On the taxpayer's vibrator

Whilst finding new ways to beat the workhorse

Play with your wealth

As you dine on corporate opulence

And show them who's their daddy on the golf course

Riddle me this

How many politicians does it take

To cull entire populations in a blink

Well I am not a statistician but I think

The answer is less than three

Argue like socrates

And add a dash of vitriol

Whilst knowing you won't have to drink the poison

Sit down won't you, zanni please

The world is not a punchline

Stand back up and wince at your reflection

Riddle me this

How many politicians does it take

To burn entire ecosystems

Well you brought it on yourself

You laugh

A true word said in jest

And you can go and fuck your mother

If you doubt that i know best

Mother nature

Watches all her children die of cot death

And the only thing she feels is relief

She welcomes the atom bomb

She welcomes the asteroid

She welcomes the plague that you failed to impeach