Tim Minchin - f** the Poor lyrics

[Verse 1] I would be a liar if I pretended to admire The red light wind screen cleaning empire that you've built But my heart is good it's not a thing of stone or wood I'll give you fifty cents to take away my guilt I give money to folks that just don't have enough To try to justify the future purchases of stuff that I don't need I know that one less vodka cranberry tonight And I could feed some foreign family for a fortnight But I might just have one more After all what is vodka for Apart of making you wanna shag you're best mate's wife Dampening the guilt you feel about your perfect life [Verse 2] f** the poor What is all this hoo-ha for? There is only one reason to call 1-800-034034 It's the force that drove Teresa and that school that Oprah built I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt f** the poor I'm not pretending anymore That I really give two sh**s about some kids in Bangalore I'm more interested in footy Than seeing the Solomon's re-built [Outro] But I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt