My stomach tightens at the thought
of another week being poor, what more?
Four weeks in a month and that's more
Because the reality for me
and my working class family
is we can only afford to heat and/or eat for three.
I've had enough.
Cos while we tighten our belts, make ends meet,
do the best that we can,
the man that will take the bread from your hand
will take your money, and spend it on a welcome to hell party
for a Witch Queen on our London land,
at the cost of a hundred hundred grand.
Now to me, that smacks just a bit of a con
because that same London land that we live on
is plagued with poverty; it aint on.
Poverty in every single form,
I see it every day round the place I was born.
And the crazy thing is it seems to be the norm!
Can-in-hand crack fiend out'n about at 6:15 in the am; standard.
The Grim Reaper of Apathy is the gatekeeper to our Happiness, and becoming Unstranded.