The itchy finger

Theresa says she'll press the button
That got a mighty cheer
The thought of an apocalypse
Didn't seem to hold much fear

She blurted out the affirmative
With clarity and speed
Such sharp decision making
Is surely what we need

What strength of character she shows
A lady made of steel
No messing with this English rose
No doubting what she feels

No pussy footing with our foes
No dither and no qualms
She lets them know just where we stand
When it comes to using arms

Just one request, my dear P.M.
If it's not too much to ask
It'll help with any sleepless nights
And those scary dreams that last

Before the bombs come raining down
Before the earth is scorched
Before the limbs fly here and there
Before the world is torched

Before the gas fills up our lungs
Before the skin burns black
Before the blood boils through our veins
Before the heart attacks

Before the endless pain endures
Before the eyeballs glow
If you get an itchy finger
Please would you let me know


Copyright: Fishylyrics - November 2016
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Banksters

You banking boys still at liberty
You think your crimes just devilry
Allowed because of whom you be
And ne'er a sign of your identity

The protection from your club is free
It's handed down each century
Along with your Oxbridge degree
And trust fund treasured in Jersey

But take care with your complacency
Us working boys hold memory
Of your imposed austerity
When the bell tolls, it will toll for thee

The law is yours, it's plain to see
The jailer waits with rusty key
But there are plenty who will work buckshee
To lead you to the hanging tree


Copyright: Fishylyrics - November 2016