Twenty five quid to live on seven days a week
To survive five and twenty pictures of the queen
You won't see the 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 rent
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