Cue the same old music
We've heard a million times
Add a pinch of desperation
Begin the illicit crimes
Start the saddened voice
With cunning precision and clout
Add the face of a starving child
Leave them in no doubt
Give us ten pounds a month
We'll sort out all the technicalities
Six pounds goes on admin fees
The rest on PR and salaries
CEOs directors and managers
Six-figure sums to boot
So-called charities wrongdoings disparities
Bringing in the loot
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