Lyrics Congestion - The Infested

Congestion

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