London Irish living in Sydney Australia, fingers in lots of pies. Lover of a ditty. Q led and Irish soda bread.
A saville row shellsuit decked in the baubles of the predator class, can you still not see the farce that this was unknown, Windsor's cover blown the cuckoo has flown
Jimmy will fix it he fixed it alright nefarious acts beyond public sight, into the darkness lets shine a light on that which we together must fight.
The satanic houses wearing the trousers need to be pulled down the tarnished crown a Saxe Gotha solo no note is too low for theses sick twisted leeches wearing the breeches.
A pied piper who played the tune to serve our children up on a silver spoon to the lords and ladies of the land their houses grand but souls dilapidated shacks using their money to stuff the cracks
Now then now then now then and always they avert your gaze from the evil they serve if you are ignorant it's what you deserve.
And who kept you in your cave staring at a blackened wall for the propaganda for which you fall, BBC now we can see mentally free of the lies cutting the ties which bind the mind.
Lets have another pagent of the absurd that will surely placte the herd.
Roll out the gold carriage let's have a marriage or even a divoce it's all path of the course to keep you from seeing the depravity and gravity of the situation duper's elation as we become caught in their web of lies blinding the publics eyes to the scum which has risen to the top it's time to stop, long drop.
