Mayhem
I am your Mother Theresa
I come to heal you, to bind
I know where all of your keys are
I come to help you unwind
All of you, here is my power
All of you, here is my pledge
There are innocents I may devour
Whenever my teeth are on edge
But mainly I speak about service
I am your waitress, dear folks
Let me be honest, I’m nervice
It’s because I don’t know any jokes
Give me a mandate to bargain
Give me your band’s wakey-wakeys
Let me deliver in jargon
Trust in my smile, it is Blakey’s
I am your matron and saint
I will be keeping your chin up
Mine is the portrait you’ll paint
And afterwards, I’ll be your pin-up
I come here to heal the divided
Let me be honest, the splits
I must have more votes, I’ve decided
Please to embrace me, ye Brits!
I am the vicar’s own daughter
To the pensioner I will be flirty
The only ones down for a slaughter
Are those who are twenty or thirty
Let me honest, I’m modest
Let me honest, I’m simple
I am your favourite goddess
Take a peek at my very large wimple
Now have I got your attention?
This election is crucial and key
Let me be honest, and aid comprehension
This election is all about ME
