Foxes of Britain
just like foxes they arise from dark places
they come to fight and scavenge
As they start to climb they become stronger in a pack.
the power they have goes over their heads
there's no way they'll turn back,
its a two way game
and there putting us through a test
as the rise of inflation gets higher,
were left with nothing more or less
They might be winning the race now
but they forgot
the story of the Hare and fox.
As cunning daredevils fight for greed
its The hare in the end that always succeeds.
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