Sometimes it feels like it's coming up roses,
Coming up fine, working all the time,
And all the chances that this pre-supposes,
Feel like mine, waiting on the a**embly line.
But sometimes evrything is in the way
And nothing goes according to the plan,
And at the tail end of a wasted day,
When the soul must pay
Some guys in London have won a competition,
With some roses and some promises to keep,
And all their chances are waiting in OUR future,
And watching over us as we sleep.
Sometimes our Leaders are coming up roses,
Giving us lies, giving us high apple pie,
And all compa**ion that anyone shows us is,
Straight down the line or right between the eyes
Sometimes economy gets “In the Way”,
And EVERYTHING is going to the plan,
And when the government has had its day,
We all must pay the man....