Now Morrison's they really piss me off
There's all that money, yet we have to queue.
The managers are slower than a sloth,
And everyone is bored of waiting too.
Yet every time the registers they beep
We know they're making profits by the tonne,
I wonder how the shareholders can sleep
They've got us at the wrong end of a gun.
'Cos where else is there that the poor can shop,
Who can't afford a car or taxi home?
So even if they want to they can't stop.
It's like we're all just plebs in ancient Rome,
Since we're all trapped and here and staying poor,
And Morrison's is earning more and more.