The Iain Duncan Smiths ---- The Claimant is Dead

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Let’s reclaim our dear old Blighty, let’s get out the dirty EU
Let’s be sovereign, Brexit for the win
Liverpool, Leeds and Birmingham, you’re living in sin

Farewell to this land’s jobless scroungers, all the dossers and all the loungers
The welfare claimant with her head in a sling, I’m very sorry but we think she should be working
I said, “Scrounger, don’t you ever crave a really thorough WCA? Not that you really get a say”

And so I checked all the registered departmental facts, and I was shocked and appalled to discover
That Mr Shankly missed his appointment, just so he could attend the funeral of his brother
Has the world reformed or have I reformed? Has the world reformed or have I reformed?
Some 9-year-old with a blood sugar monitor, I swear we should just put a tax on sugar

So I broke into the household of a sponger living in a semi
They said, “I know you, you’re that minister,” - I said, “Never mind that, you have one bedroom too many”
They said, “I can’t leave my home ‘cause it’s quiet and dry, and adapted to my special requirements”
I said, “Don’t you get too comfortable, it’s still another hundred years until your retirement”
They said, “I can’t leave my home ‘cause it’s quiet and dry, and there’s a lack of affordable housing”
I said, “That’s not my jurisdiction, but I find the thought of you without a home arousing”

From the illness that sapped their body, and the Minister that snatched their money
The claimant is dead, boys
And it’s so lovely in my mansion

From the disease that wrecks your body, and as for me, all I want is your money
The claimant is dead, boys
And it’s so lovely in my father-in-law’s mansion

Lives are expendable when they’re lowly