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Doctor, doctor, can you help me please? There’s something strange going on around here. I pay my taxes for schools and hospitals but when I look they’ve all disappeared! And she said, “Hmmm...I’ve seen a lot of this going round. Hmmm...before I tell you, boy, you’d better sit down.” So I sat down, and she said said, “I’m sorry...but: you’ve got a case of TORIES (filthy parasites that feed of the poor), TORIES (no-one’s quite sure what those Tories are for), TORIES (they hate foxes but get off on war), TORIES (screw you ‘til you’re dead then screw you some more). They’re a cancer on the arse of the non-Tory class – they’re the Tories and they hate your guts, they’re the Tories – they’re death, by a thousand cuts.”

Doctor, Doctor – how can this be? I’ve used protection, tell me is there a cure? I have to tell my friends and family, can you do some tests so that we can be sure? She said, “Yeah...we can take a look at your society. And look for division and inequality.” I said “Do it!” and she did. And the samples went off. Three weeks later she called me back to her office and said. “It’s confirmed. You’ve got a case of TORIES (filthy parasites that feed of the poor), TORIES (no-one’s quite sure what those Tories are for), TORIES (they hate foxes but get off on war), TORIES (screw you ‘til you’re dead then screw you some more). They’re a cancer on the arse of the non-Tory class – they’re the Tories and they hate your guts, they’re the Tories – they’re death, by a thousand cuts.”

I said “So what’s next, how can I cure it?”
She said, “You’ve gotta get out and vote!”
I said, “For politicians – but they’re all the same!”
She said, “Nope.”
She said, “Thinking like that got you Tories in the first place”
I said, “Oh...”
She said, “If you don’t vote for something that’s better.
“You’re going to die if those Torie’s don’t go.”

It up to you to fight the TORIES (filthy parasites that feed of the poor), TORIES (no-one’s quite sure what those Tories are for), TORIES (they hate foxes but get off on war), TORIES (screw you ‘til you’re dead then screw you some more). They’re a cancer on the arse of the non-Tory class – they’re the Tories and they hate your guts, they’re the Tories – they’re death, by a thousand cuts.”

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from 10​/​40: TROLLBADOUR, released November 5, 2017
GS - Trollbadour and Voice
Dave Allon - Drums
Dan Parkinson - B Vox

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DIY, bass playing troubadour. On a mission to release an album every 6 months for 20 years.

RELEASE: 1st May and 5th November every year.

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