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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