It’s no fun when you’re living in poverty
Using food banks is such a drag
But you still bow down to the establishment
Touch your forelock in front of the flag

Decades of ruling elitism
Has beaten down your rebellious streak
You’re so afraid of losing your pittance
You’re just asleep mild mannered and meek

What price equality freedom
When it’s beggar thy neighbour time
The wolves are being allowed to shepherd the sheepish
Keep you subservient
Standing in line

So where’s the future you built for your children
It’s being eroded every hour of the day
You sit back and be an automaton
And let the capitalists have their way