carling my darling

Carling my darling I hope that you see
That Carling my darling you taste like wee
The price you charge is extortionate for what your product really is
If I want warm green liquid, I’ll drink my own piss

Oh Carling my darling, I hope that you see
That Carling my darling, you are not liked by me

I used to like watching buskers live by their own initiative
Now flogging us your products is the only way that they can live
A free space for free spirits is something that we still had
Now even that’s a commodity and it makes me very sad (and mad and bad not glad)

Oh Carling my darling, our world is not for sale
Oh Carling my darling, if I had my way you’d all be banged up in jail