Maggie
Twenty five quid to live on, seven days a week to survive
Five and twenty pictures of the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) queen, you won't see the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) starvation in ( text songt ficd.ru ) her eyes
Twenty five quid to dish out, and you're already ten in ( text songt ficd.ru ) debt
So with fifteen singles left over,
The landlord gets the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) rent Maggie
Maggie you cunt
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, you fucking cunt
Twenty five reasons for trouble three million mouths to feed
They're destroying your mind and body, while they they increase their own needs
Twenty five quid of insult
Two meals soon kills your health
Theu want to see you suffer, they want to see you dead
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