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There was a time when New Zealand cities were quiet and clean

People said they were.. nice places to bring up children

But the cities grew alarmingly, people poured in

Not just from the country, but from other countries as well

62,000 in just 2 years

Then one day, there weren’t enough jobs either

The people became angry, and violence broke out

Especially among those who had come from other places expecting great things

It’s that some governments, such as New Zealand

Have forgotten for whom they have a responsibility

And they owe nothing to huge projects

They owe a lot to little people

And they have turned their face on striving people

If you don’t want it that way, go the other way

Where prices are allowed to soar

While wages are screwed down

It’s not a case of saying inflation is more important than employment

More jobs and higher pay

The countries which have been most successful in getting inflation under control

Have been those with central banks which are somewhat independent of direct

political influence

Is it real money to you?

Yes it is actually, I think so, yes

Create the gap between work and welfare

There is a growing gap between rich and poor in this country

Well im making enough to be comfortable

He said he would rather have sex with a lobster than meet me

The good news is that I was having dinner with Nagti Porou as opposed to their

neighbouring iwi which is Tuhoe, in which case i would’ve been dinner

Cause this ain’t no fucking joke

We fucking broke far from cutting coke

All we got is luck and hope

Dreams going up in smoke

One day, some way yea that’s what we used to say

Now we black out sniffing white

So the future’s grey

The youth that we threw away ain’t never coming back

Our criminal record haunting us forever like a tap

Where I come from minimum wage is what we run on

No wonder why we’re spending our pay getting drunk on some cheap shit

Standing in line for some free shit

To eat we’re resorting to crime

For some weet bix

The same old story that you heard a million times before

I bet it probably doesn’t even cross your mind no more

Fucking prime minister ain’t even got the time to talk

Cutting off the dole

Trying to justify why we’re poor

Acting like we’re happy working underneath your iron claw

Where you don’t even need to give the reason we’re being fired for

Trying to fight the law is like trying to fight a fireball

Ask my old man

They locked him up just for trying to score

Fuck working in the factory until you’re 94

Course we resort to crime

But all you get from crime is. .court

And that’s a fucked up system

Where justice is just some

Juxtaposition between the police and the judge’s decision

And even if we scream

Who the fuck is going to listen to us?

What they know about missing the bus?

Yea, it’s just another prisoners dust

They keep the bread and they give us the crust

Cause the system is sus

There ain’t no politician to trust who’s going to listen to us

Interviewer: Where you for or against the springbok tour?

Oh I can’t even remember

1981? I don’t really know

John key can suck my dick

Hiding in his mansion

While half the population flies across the tasman

The other half try to act like its not happening

Thinking that they’re rich with their higher purchase plasmas

Asking what’s the matter?

There’s no depression in New Zealand

Yea just a soul sinking feeling

Had you staring at the All Blacks cheering

Distracting you from the oil spills and poor tax

Dignity? can’t afford that on minimum wage

Shit is insane when rent is half of my pay

Nobody’s laughing these days

Know the economy’s a joke

Except for bourgeois arseholes

You know how that goes

Socialism for the rich capitalism for the poor

Want us to live in shit

People struggling abroad

If you wait at the door for one second

That we deserve better

There ain’t enough pigs to protect them

Brands are expensive and the wage is low

Get them losers at WINZ out diggin some holes

Saying work will set you free

Yea it’s good for the soul

I mean kill the poor

Kill my eyes for your vote (??)

Kept the funding for us on that national parks

Blame every problem on solo mothers

And doole bludgers

The working class is a gang getting fisted

Untill we say different ain’t noone going to listen to us

Minimum wages just isn’t enough

Tax cuts don’t make a difference to us

Act like we’re poor

Only know prison and drugs

Getting high is the only way we’re living it up

(I been thinking about who’s doing the talking

In all I been reading, about how we’re sinking

I’ve been thinking about how we’re doing

All that we’re missing

And how nobodies listening to us) x2

Well I don’t own a vineyard

Interviewer: and you’re a vineyard owner yourself aren’t you?

I am

I don’t know whether I won any assets or not

Interviewer: You promise you will always be honest? yup

He said he could and he would

Then later he said he couldn’t and he wouldn’t

And later still he said he couldn’t because he wouldn’t

Hip hopping with the hoppers

If anyone is offended, then I deeply apologise

Think you’re going to go in there mate?

Have you got a conflict of interest here? no

See you, thanks very much

They’ll vote accordingly

If they want that other bloke to lead a government, they’ll vote for him

That’s it

Right?

Okay

Thanks Prime Minister