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We work hard each day

And it gives us a basic low wage,

And in return we get an abundance of pains and aches,

And when we get home we sit our arses down at the table

And see the fucking bills stacked like the Tower of Babel,

And we wonder how it is we’re supposed to keep our heads above the water,

You can barely afford to feed your wife son and daughter,

The bills that are stacked there are a testament to the fact they caught you,

In their capitalistic free market web

But there is nothing free about it,

Unless you’re a rich tax dodger living off the fat of the land,

But for us it’s nothing like this as we check out the utilities bills and their final demands,

Is it any wonder why we lose all hope and give up on our dreams,

Under the pressure of work, eat, sleep and repeat,

And we soon find our spirits broken and in full retreat,

Then your wife walks in with hollow black eyes, from a long night working in a care home,

Your kids make the best of it but at times the home turns into a war zone,

As the tension and the stress inevitably explodes

This kind of lifestyle most low paid and poor people know,

But the government do not care at all, funding their economy off our taxes,

While the rich move their money to offshore accounts and sits back in the sun and relaxes,

As they avoid paying their share and I ask you how that’s fair,

But in the end with the aches and pains we are too tired to care,

We’ve become immune to the inequality

And buy their lies that we are blessed,

They’ve convinced us it’s still great being second best,

And one I’d like to think and imagine a backlash taking place,

That sees us wiping their fucking smug grins

Right off their fucking faces,

And seizing back the power and taking our fair share,

Wake and join the program, I fucking dare,

And take back your lives and get out back more for what we put in,

Power to the people is a message that we need to be finally shouting.