Foodbank Blues
Been down to the foodbank, gonna get myself some tins
Been down to the
foodbank, life treats me like I've sinned
The place is calm,
the coffee's soothing
hands are full,
the twins are toothing
Work won't pay my wages
I've been skint for
ages
Taking the help of
a well-meaning few
who gather the
food directly from you
And hear all my
woes
the scars that I
bear
And give me some
food
with shampoo for
my hair
They’ll never
dessert me
they’ll never give
in
To an unfair
society
and MP's who sin
I can’t come too
often
they’ll help me
with that
Their parcels will
soften
the comforts I
lack
Tell one and tell
all
the shame of their
booming
Help me solve my
problems
it’s your crisis
looming
Give me help, keep
them solemn
give them guidance
from above
Why should I go
hungry
for a lack of love?
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