I don't need another five years of your lies and obfuscation,

There is no temptation in envy and frustration,

You say you know what's best for us but that simply isn't true,

We know what we need and it's not you,

You have no shame, no conscience and no concept of our lives,

Your toxic relationship leaves us poisoned while you thrive,

And whilst you pick our pockets for pennies to make your cronies rich,

You house yourselves in mansions and consign us to, "The ditch,"

What will it take for you to see your roll,

In breaking our backs, our spirit, our soul?

Whilst you stand on our backs and eat your fill of the spoils,

And as you gain weight press us harder to the soil,

We're face down in the mud and struggling to breathe,

And you have the gall to tell it'll be worse if you leave,

As you try to keep your shoes clean by standing on our backs,

But your house of cards is crumbling and we're clawing at the cracks,

Afraid to get your shoes soiled by walking on your own,

Fearful of us, "Paupers," that, "Crawl around your throne,"

Well get ready you bastards because, "Every dog has it's day,"

And ours is nearly here, so get down off my back and be on your F**king way!