I blame the government
For making me this way
Bitter and twisted and crap
Bored psychopathic
At the end of the day
I blame the government for that
Poor education, death on the roads
The writing that's not on the wall
The war in The Balkans
The war in The Falklands
It's not like The Waltons at all
I'm the judge and the jury
Prosecution and defense
I'm the wife, the friend, the twelve angry men
And I blame them for the child that's abandoned
The decline in standards
Cruelty to animals and yes
There's no enjoyment in mass unemployment
Ulcers, starvation and death
Under achievers taken by the receivers
The school leavers left on the shelf
Robbery with violence with torture and silence
Small print, the pop charts and everything else
I'm the judge and the jury
Prosecution and defense
I'm the wife, the friend
The twelve angry men and I blame them
If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Whitehall tomorrow
And shit on the bastards below
It's ugly and crude and I'm sorry
I just want you to leave me alone
You're selling us all down The Swanee
I'm tired and I want to go home
As we disappear into the distance
The sinking ship leaving the rats
For making me bitter and twisted
I blame the government for that