Well is it fair
welfare, ha, your not my friend
you bury the people, in the end
gernerations of lost hope you feed
destruction of famlies is your need
an illusion of of hope that you pretend
is the wasting of soles that will never mend
wastfull bureaucracy is what you breed
the middle class is what you bleed
tentions of race is your rift
stagnation of life is your gift
welfare, ha, put me to bed
it is now work, self esteam that I dread
you provide for me an existance no doubt
so I'll just sit here and watch TV
Mad Max