Congestion - The Infested

Free country, I hear you say

Well I ain’t satisfied, I want it my way

Banning everything under the sun

Life’s just f*ckin boring

You’ve killed all the fun

Tax the f*ck out of cigarettes

Then tell us all about the regrets

Lose your money on the stick of death

So tax our speed and beer instead

Force us from an early age

To go to work and earn a wage

Then charge us for the congestion

The noise and fumes you call pollution

Can’t u see that the real disease

The real pollution that were up to our knees

Slobs and whores with no contraception

Another 4 parasites for the nation

More babies on the way

More money thrown away

More idiots to feed

More idiots to breed

This is the true congestion

No money for your pension