Laissez Faire

[Chorus]
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
Not a sin on your soul, and your race is but run
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
With your wheezing and coughing all blasted night long

[Verse 1]
There’s not a charter as we arson from the morning til night
If it isn’t nailed down, then we’ll set it alight
Try to keep the warmth inside ya, you’re a pitiful sight
If you’re outha [?] lo [?] way [?] with the fright

Huh!

And now the bornen and the craters all over this land
You haven’t got to rebel, get your knapsack [?] gan [?]
Get yourself off in a hurry ‘cus the tumblin’ [?] band [?]
Will be tearing down your hovel for ‘thumdian [?] man

[Chorus]
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
All the goodness I have in my body is gone
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
To the blazes, I can’t keep you nourished and strong

[Verse 3]
Now thе quakers are the only shagging gеnerous group
Sure there’s no level the others [?] [?] won’t stoop
Swap your Catholic halo for a Protestant hoop
And give up your place in heaven for a bowl of soup

And everything that’s worth taking in the country
Is shifted off to England by The Queen’s Navy
Yer man Travelyan says it’s Laissez Faire
If they were his children he’d fuckin’ well care!

Huh!

[Chorus / Outro]
How can I feed you, my beautiful son?
How I'd give you the stars and the moon and the sun
And the Lord in his infinite mercy be wrong
Must we sacrifice one soul, the others stay strong