Because its real you think its a joke

Because its on your doorstep you have to have a poke

At someone

Its only a cliche because its all true

Time after time it happens through and through

To a new generation



Youre just so smug in your elected seat

Youve got your papers sorted out but you cant find your feet

Well, Im not surprised



Hey mister with your head in the clouds

You cant see further than the shillings and pounds

The things that you say dont mean nothing anymore

You have no control theyve broken down all the doors

And the only way that youll fix them up

Is another war



If you think Im gonna die in a financial war

Youve got another thing coming and

And whats more theres lots like me



You juggle lives around with the stroke of a pen

But weve paid to see that move and now we wont pay again

The cost is too high



Hey mister your smiles been erased

You cant understand why were losing face

Perhaps its the promises that you never kept

"never had it so good"

Well do you want a bet?