Tobacco’s Such A Treat

If barons never bribe,
authorities are pure,
then why deny research,
why ban the brightest cure?

Chorus:
Tobacco’s such a treat
and dope is danger grass,
so says the law’s conceit:
for parliament’s an arse!

Some victims die of drugs
too strong, or full of crap;
when licensing applies
inspectors slap that rap.

Chorus:
Tobacco’s such a treat
and dope is danger grass,
so says the law’s conceit.
The government’s an arse!

Addictive drugs are banned,
which makes the barons rich.
The baccy tax is high,
the government is rich.

Chorus:
Tobacco’s such a treat
and dope is danger grass,
so says the law’s conceit:
the minister’s an arse!

A uniform is forced
so kids hate that, not school;
as prohibition laws
conceal the true misrule.

Chorus:
Tobacco’s such a treat
and dope is danger grass,
so says the law. Repeat:
yes, parliament’s an arse!
The government’s an arse!
The minister’s an arse!
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