A POCKET FULL OF LINT

No lecky in the meter

a pocket full of lint

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Zero hour contracts

no wonder we`re all skint

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Sing a song of sixpence

that’s all we have to spend

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Can’t afford to buy new clothes

we have to make and mend

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Were all in it together

I hear the crooked shout

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We get thinner, with no dinner

While the crooked just get stout

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One for all, and all for one

We hear the crooked say

But they don’t do without a thing

Cos they've the cash to pay

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Children que at food banks

Parents get the blame

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They should be in school learning

Or playing children’s games

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We know who’s to blame for this

There on TV so much

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Members of the government

Think were an easy touch

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And then they rob us with expenses

Banker’s bonuses for what?

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The only job that they did well

Was the job they did on us

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Britain’s getting richer

But of course, we`ll never know

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You can`t see all that glitters

When your wading through manure

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So, it’s always two steps forward

And then pushed one step back

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They think the poor are useless

And probably all on crack

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And still, the crooked cry we`re fine

as they drink champagne, and dine

This is Britain at its worst

Not the Britain, that was mine