HELP THE ZEROS
Lyrics by Roger Coghill
We zeros got no money;
ain’t got no fancy pants.
We can’t persuade pa with his motor car
To pay for our insurance.
We write job applications to gain career advance
But all the degrees on our Cvs
Still don’t give us a chance.
To get a degree it used to be free, and paid for by the nation.
Now zeros moan with a student loan
And have to repay ’til our dying day
The cost of education.
We are the student army, but we ain’t got no war
No house, no job, no things to rob:
You bet we’re feeling sore.
It could be so different.
We know a better plan,
But the government is all hell-
To rule Afghanistan.
Afghanistan is far away, a barren mountain land.
Its tribal folk don’t see the joke
That Bilderberg has planned.
Go buy your bullets, bombs and drones Forget your children here.
Let our resentment build and build, and one day you will fear
The angry student army, still looking for their due
You’ll have a war, and maybe more, For we’ll be bombing you.