Arts Council,
Arts Council
You blunt my pencil
With your binary stencil
Arts Council
Arts Council
You treat us poets just like a utensil
Arts Council
Schmarts Council
I�m not your whore, but I�m feeling pre-menstrual
Tick all the right boxes
Or you won�t get no fundin�
From Arts Council Londin
To Arts Council
On tiptoe, yer can�t tread on nobody�s tails
Like Steptoe their pockets are all sewed up tight
Like the lips of poor poets who can�t get a night
They know it�s not right
But they cu�nt give a shite
Arts Council
Arts Council
They think they�re the poeTREE�s chlorophyll
Arts Council
Arse Council
They live on lentils
And die by the pencil
Snakes and Ladders
Bad apples in a barrel
You won�t get a grant
If you�re in working class apparel
They waste your money on total
bollocks
Poets with about as much to say as
molluscs
Poetry should dance but with you it just
lollops
Media whore cancerous vampire Trollops!
Arts Council,
Twat Council
The raven cawin' on my windowsill
Arts Council
Fat Council
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!
Arts Council
Aaaarrrgggghhhhh
Council!
Bunch of bleedin' useless rubbish bastard fucking
nasty fascist cunt� SHITTERS! FUCK!
I HATE YOU!
Why don't you love me?
(September 1999 - July 2001)