Letra de
Fuck The Poor

I would be a liar if I pretended to admire
The red light windscreen cleaning empire that you've built.
But my heart is good, it's not a thing of stone or wood
I'll give you fifty cents to take away my guilt.
I give money to folk that just donĂ¢??t have enough
to try to justify the future purchases of stuff that I donĂ¢??t need.
I know that one less vodka cranberry tonight
and I could feed some foreign family for a fortnight
But I might just have one more.
After all, what is vodka for
Apart from making you wanna shag your best mate's wife
Dampening the guilt you feel about your perfect life.
Fuck the poor
What is all this hoo-ha for?
There's only one reason I'll phone 1800 034 034.
It's the force that drove Teresa and that school that Oprah built
I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt
Fuck the poor
I'm not pretending anymore
That I really give two shits about some kids in Bangalore
I'm more interested in footy than seeing the Solomons rebuilt.
But I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt
I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt