Because it's real you think it's a joke

Because it's on your doorstep you have to have a poke

At someone

It's only a cliche because it's all true

Time after time it happens through and through

To a new generation



You're just so smug in your elected seat

You've got your papers sorted out but you can't find your feet

Well, i'm not surprised



Hey mister with your head in the clouds

You can't see further than the shillings and pounds

The things that you say don't mean nothing anymore

You have no control they've broken down all the doors

And the only way that you'll fix them up

Is another war



If you think i'm gonna die in a financial war

You've got another thing coming and

And what's more there's lots like me



You juggle lives around with the stroke of a pen

But we've paid to see that move and now we won't pay again

The cost is too high



Hey mister your smiles been erased

You can't understand why we're losing face

Perhaps it's the promises that you never kept

"never had it so good"

Well do you want a bet?


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