Maggie - The Exploited

Twenty five quid to live on

Seven days a week to survive

Five and twenty pictures of the queen

You won’t see starvation in her eyes

Twenty five quid to dish out

And you’re already ten in debt

So with fifteen singles left over

The landlord gets the rest

Maggie, Maggie you cunt Maggie, Maggie you cunt 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 increase their own needs

Twenty five quid of insult

Two meals soon kills your health

They want to see you suffer

They want to see you dead

Fuck you Maggie