Six filthy children

from six absent fathers



And then you turn

to us for succour

because you think

we're just suckers



We may be welfare, oh yeah,

but we don't care

and we get paid to despise

your council house eyes



You can change your name

you can bleach your skin

camouflage your accent

so that even you don't recognise it



But you won't escape 

from the slum mums

because you are one

because you live and breathe like one



And the Labour government

can't stand the slum mums

It's ingrained

underneath your fingernails



The office of the

Social Service

is strategically placed

in a dowdy, rowdy part of town

to discourage you

from signing



We make you feel

as if you're whining

when you claim

what's legally yours



You can change your name

and you can bleach your skin

camouflage your accent

so that even you don't recognise it



But you won't escape 

from the slum mums

because you are one

because you live and breathe like one



And the Labour government

can't stand the slum mums

It's ingrained

underneath your fingernails



Take you and your rat pack brood

to the long grass of the meadow

administer seven doses lethal and illegal

which may render you elsewhere