Lyrics

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Hello, Mr. Tyrant
How do you do
I'd like to punch you in the face
Until it's black and blue

If you started crying that you'd been put on your arse
I'd say you were mistaken, sir
A kiss from the working class

Tyrants, will get what they deserve
Tyrants, will get their just desserts
Tyrants, spit on what they serve
Tyrants, you've got a fucking nerve

You talk about the cost of living, not the price of life
While people shiver in their homes, can't eat, can't heat, can't light

Punching down upon the sick, the poor, the young and old
Rob the wealth from our national health, melt down their hearts of gold

Tyrants, don't care for me and you
They'll squeeze us dry until we die, cos that's just what they do

Tyrants, will get what they deserve
Tyrants, will get their just desserts

Tyrants, will get what they deserve
Tyrants, will get their just desserts
Tyrants, will get what they deserve
Tyrants, you've got a fucking nerve