Six filthy children. from six absent fathers. And then you turn to us. for suckers. Because you think. we're just suckers. We may be welfare. oh yeah but we don't care. And we're paid to despise. your council house eyes. Oh 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 even breed like one. And the Labour government. can't stand the slum mums. It's engrained. 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. Oh 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 even breed like one. And the Labour government. can't stand the slum mums. It's engrained. 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