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That knock at the door

I am what you would call a working class lad on the tools just like my dad It literally tore him apart It exploded his heart He gave everything he had just to give us a start But it broke him in two So what could I do? When I was younger I thought it was my choice like I had other options had my own voice but in truth the system forced my hand Form the very beginning it made its demands Pay and pay and pay and pay Everyone must pay their way Work all day to feed their greed Work till you fucking bleed They motivate with fear Look down on you with a sneer “They should just work harder and be glad for a job and then they too can enjoy being a snob Like me you see cause I have what I want Daddy helped…


I am what you would call a working class lad
on the tools just like my dad

It literally tore him apart
It exploded his heart
He gave everything he had just to give us a start
But it broke him in two

So what could I do?

When I was younger I thought it was my choice
like I had other options had my own voice
but in truth the system forced my hand
Form the very beginning it made its demands

Pay and pay and pay and pay
Everyone must pay their way
Work all day to feed their greed
Work till you fucking bleed

They motivate with fear
Look down on you with a sneer
“They should just work harder and be glad for a job and then they too can enjoy being a snob
Like me you see
cause I have what I want
Daddy helped a little but i built My own restaurant”

But life for us is waiting for that terrifying knock on the door
Its a scruffy suited bailiff demanding to settle the score
they walk in like they own the place
Scearing my mother I see the fear in her face

I don't blame these men they are just doing a job
But does he have to be such a nob?

They collect on behalf of some faceless bloated monopoly
Some times it feels a bit like sodomy

It cares only to see there profits sore
No though for the 10s of thousands of mothers to terrified to open the door

I really hate this money shit
That filthy horrible dirty stuff
That corrupts the mind body and soul
But we are told it should be our only goal

It's not like we went mad on spending we only bought what we needed to survive
But that's not enough they always want more
So they charge you extra for being poor

Pre paid meter that are twice the price
Over drawn that's a £30, which is nice
Like I have the cash to pay you twice
This money shit is truly is the very worst vice

So I worked fucking hard for many a year
But just as I start not to fear
That knock on the door
That bill that drops on my floor

The rich kick back with a recession they caused
Then put out their begging hat
For our hard earned Tax
The government control seemed rather lax

So once again the rich they thrive
And us working class are back to barely being able to survive
The government help!
These big corporations to avoid paying their tax

Then blame us for there greed
They really do hate the people they need

Cause we make all they want
And do all the please
and in return they punish us for our most basic of needs.

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