Tim Minchin - Fuck The Poor Lyrics

I would be a liar if I pretended to admire
the red light wind screen 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 folks that just donít have enough
to try to justify the future purchases of stuff that I donít 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 of 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 1-800-034034.
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 Solomon's re-built.

But I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt.
I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt.

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