I’m glad Margaret Thatcher is dead Lyrics

That woman made my youth a misery. I think that she was to blame for most of the ills

In society and most of the things that poor people and ill people are now being blamed

For were her fault

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie

Dead, dead, dead

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie

Dead, dead, dead

Maggie

Dead

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie

Dead, dead

The bitch is dead

Destroyed the economy

Friends with a fellow few dictators

Margaret was a hoe

Working class, lost jobs, and I still feel ill

She had no right

She gave Reagan a good Nancy head

Now they both six feet deep

Such a pleasure

Her death was a celebration

We got rid of the radiation

Make the monarchy crumble

Start a revolution

Bring the guillotines

We chopping heads like 1792

Where are you

I know what you're doing

To all you hipster bitches

Find another way to gatekeep

Cause what you're doing, you ain't fooling me

Drooling when I fuck my bitch

Next to Thatcher's grave

You're an old son of a bitch

Kill my Thatcher

Kill my Thatcher

Kill my Thatcher

Kill my Thatcher

When the bitch is dead

The fucking bitch is dead

I'm gonna get you

I'm gonna get you

I'm gonna get you

I'm gonna get you

I'm gonna get you

I'm gonna get you