Apr 08, 2013 23:50
I dreamt I saw Mrs T last night
Alive as you or me
I said, you ghost, you're ten years gone
I never left, said she
The doctors told us at the Ritz
A stroke took you, in bed
Takes more to kill the Baroness
Said Maggie, I'm not dead
And rising up as black as sin
The Devil to the bone
She laughed, What you forgot is it
Was never me alone
We're everywhere, the Maggon said
Thatcherism's all around
Where cops and blacklegs break the line
The Snatcher can be found
In every swindle, scheme and scam
In every stock and share
Wherever con-men count their loot
The Iron Lady's there
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