Merry Christmas - The Tossers

To all of the well heeled

In your fancy clubs

To all my friends and cronies in the pubs

To all of the people

And the kids down in the street

Who ain’t got nothin'

Not a poxy thing to eat

To all of you thieves and men who have waged an endless war

While you were safe behind a bolted door

To those who have fought

And to those who have died

And to every one of those

Who was on our side

Oh the hungry, thirsty, sick and cold

And strangers now to you

And as you have done

To the least of men

You have done this to me too

And may you all

Sleep warm at night

And may you all

Have all your hearts delight

And may God bring

Each one of you

Every God Damned thing

That’s always been coming to you