Skint & Demoralised - 52-48

the market's on, the bins are out,
the bills are overdue.
remember when the globe was painted
red, white and blue?
we slayed em with a slingshot,
but we're still not being heard.
if they have two priorities,
we're still sat in third.

rising employment?
they've got a fucking cheek.
low-paid, insecure,
one hour a week.
industries, in history books.
prospects, a commute.
postcodes left anonymous:
strangled at the roots.

St George,
left lolling on a flagpole.
Jack?
purely paraphernalia.
screaming in a vacuum
with seventeen million voices.
even in a victory,
we're still condemned to failure.

our vote
has always been invisible.
fobbed-off, fucked over
and fooled.
if democracy ever did owt,
they wouldn't let us have it:
skint, and demoralised
and born to be ruled.

the people spoke,
but nothing has changed.
the people voted,
but nothing has changed.
the people shouted,
but nothing has changed.
nothing has changed.
nothing has changed.

the people spoke,
but not in my name.
the people voted,
but not in my name.
the people shouted,
but not in my name.
not in my name.
not in my name.

Written by:
David Gledhill, Matthew Abbott

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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