Onsind - Kim Kelly is my Cognitive Behavioural Therapist lyrics
[Onsind - Kim Kelly is my Cognitive Behavioural Therapist lyrics]
You know the good thing about
David Cameron is that
Even he knows he's an arse every time he
Opens his mouth you can see him thinking, "I
Was born an arse, I'll die an arse
But at least I know I'm an arse"
A leading broadsheet ran a story
Of corruption at the top
Politicians, press and coppers tied
Together in a knot
And though it was quite rare
To see such claims substantiated
No one seemed at all surprised
It just left us all deflated
It merely confirmed our deeply held
Suspicions of a government
That let it'self go rotten to the core
(Rotten to the core)
Ambivalence and resignation
Anesthetising mutilation oh
Nye Bevan's plan
Ripped apart and left in tatters on the floor
A front bench of old Etonians
A gang of millionaires
Screaming, "We're all in this together"
Whilst they amputate welfare
A diagnosis of austerity and economic growth
A multi-faceted denial of our ability to cope
Oh look, another hospital just closed
True hope resides in that moment
Where a person holds
Their hand out to a stranger on the ground
I will not allow myself to
Be destroyed by these betrayals
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(I won't ever let these
Bastards grind me down)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(I won't ever let these
Bastards grind me down)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(True hope resides in that
Moment where a person)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(Holds their hand out to a
Stranger on the ground)
David Cameron is that
Even he knows he's an arse every time he
Opens his mouth you can see him thinking, "I
Was born an arse, I'll die an arse
But at least I know I'm an arse"
A leading broadsheet ran a story
Of corruption at the top
Politicians, press and coppers tied
Together in a knot
And though it was quite rare
To see such claims substantiated
No one seemed at all surprised
It just left us all deflated
It merely confirmed our deeply held
Suspicions of a government
That let it'self go rotten to the core
(Rotten to the core)
Ambivalence and resignation
Anesthetising mutilation oh
Nye Bevan's plan
Ripped apart and left in tatters on the floor
A front bench of old Etonians
A gang of millionaires
Screaming, "We're all in this together"
Whilst they amputate welfare
A diagnosis of austerity and economic growth
A multi-faceted denial of our ability to cope
Oh look, another hospital just closed
True hope resides in that moment
Where a person holds
Their hand out to a stranger on the ground
I will not allow myself to
Be destroyed by these betrayals
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(I won't ever let these
Bastards grind me down)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(I won't ever let these
Bastards grind me down)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(True hope resides in that
Moment where a person)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(Holds their hand out to a
Stranger on the ground)