Maggie Thatcher, about to snatch ya from the cradle of normality

Wishing you had the chance to get off your arse

But you're on the dole and suffering in the darkest hole with no future in sight

You fight, but the iron fist clamps tighter

Squeezing out your last breath as you're gasping for life

Fuck the bankers, wanking over their piles of cash

Snorting their stash of coke with rolled up freshly printed 20 pound notes

Taking a toke of the industrial workers' sweat and blood as they go up in smoke

Brand spanking new colour TVs for the VCs

The rest of the country's on its knees, struggling to make ends meet

Our communities used to function, but now walls of small towns fall down into destruction

Sons and daughters shooting up when they oughta be choosing life

They're lambs to the slaughter, as the butcher with the carving knife cuts deeper and turns out the lights

Your racist police on the streets can't help but search these kids who just wanna be left in peace

Surviving like rats in cages, scavenging on whatever there is to eat

The workers fight for their rights, their wives by their side on the picket lines

These women are stronger than you'll ever be

Instead you're conning the masses with your fake austerity

You're trying to be ruthless, but the truth is out and you're useless with nowhere to hide

You're not fooling anyone!

Your string of pearls hidden away in your gold encrusted jewellery box

Paid for with the money you'd stolen, forbidden to be seen when the cameras were rollin'

You say we're the enemy, but you're guilty of murder

Feeding your power with the corpses of the men dying at your feet with zero chance of retreat

You say you're not for turning so like Satan you sentence us to an eternity at the fiery gates where we're eternally burnin'

You say democracy will prevail, but if that were true you'd spend a thousand years in jail, or tied up at the stake for your crimes against humanity