Work harder, he said
Work ‘til you’re dead
We’re the party of work
And we’re gonna party hard
Work harder, he said
Or you’re better off dead
We can help you with that
If you want
Work!
Work!
Work!
Work!
We’re the party of work and we’re gonna party hard
We’re the party of work and we’re gonna party hard
We’re the party of work and we’re gonna party hard
And if you don’t like it
We’re gonna help you to starve
He’s got a skirt suit in cobalt blue
He’s got a handbag and pearls too
His blouse is fastened with a pussy bow
He says those benefits will have to go
He’s got a twin set and a silk scarf
His skirt is tailored to mid-calf
He ain’t got a single hair out of place
His new austerity is picking up pace
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s got a power suit from Aquascutum
Court shoes to better boot ‘em
Carmen rollers and shoulder pads
Keeping the tax down for the lads
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s got a hat that Gordon said leave inside
A bag that Launer of London supplied
There are other colours but blue will do
And he’ll abandon you too
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
He’s wearing Margaret’s clothes
Of course there was no funding for transgender mice, it was for transgenic mice, but what does the truth matter when there’s culture wars to be fought. Meanwhile in Springfield, Ohio…
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice
The cats say a mouse born with a penis
That mouse can never be a Venus
While the dogs say a mouse born under the wrong star
Has the right to be the mouse that they really are
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice
In Springfield, they’re eating the cats
The cats won’t share their litter tray
With a mouse who might not go that way
The dogs are cool, there’s nothing amiss
With a mouse who might just need to take a piss
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice
In Springfield, they’re eating the dogs
The cats are like, eight million dollars
Unlimited catnip and diamante collars
The dogs are like, eight million bucks, but hey
We’d have buried it in the garden anyway
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice
In Springfield, nobody eats the mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice
Voicing Dissent – A collaboration between Steve and Identity Known (Raye Calouri)
Does it smell nice?
A letter from the king
Of scented ink, that kind of thing
Mellifluous craft and flowery word
Meticulously well-observed
Or does it smell of dusty palaces and old men
Tainted by the mouldering stench of then
Sparse script spiked with iron gall
As if the king should have to write at all
How tightly clenched, the royal jaw
How white-knuckled, the royal paw
Nib mashed to page, the words appear
One so looks forward to your second visit here
Behold, for sure, a regal thing
But what’s that smell?
A letter from the king
Her whole life, her hopes and fears
But the only thing to ever trickle down was her tears
A better tomorrow, the promise they made
But tomorrows and promises only fade away
So when her children had children and nothing had changed
She said, it’s time to play a new game
Piñata economics – ‘cause it never trickles down
Piñata economics – in a papier maché crown
Piñata economics – with a brightly coloured stick
Beat it, beat it, beat it, ‘til everyone is rich
The piñata had grown to a terrifying size
It stared at the children with malevolent eyes
With all the richest treasures within
How do we beat it, Mother, and win?
With piñata economics – ‘cause it never trickles down
Piñata economics – in a papier maché crown
Piñata economics – with a brightly coloured stick
Beat it, beat it, beat it, ‘til everyone is rich
Beat it by not driving in a Tesla swasticar
Beat it by leaving X so unpopular
Beat it by not shopping at Amazon at all
Beat it with a helping hand for those that stumble
And those that fall
Beat it with taxation and electoral defeat
Beat it with poetry, beat it in the street
Beat it with love for all your fellow men
Beat it by being more organised than them
With piñata economics – ‘cause it never trickles down
Piñata economics – in a papier maché crown
Piñata economics – with a brightly coloured stick
Beat it, beat it, beat it, ‘til everyone is rich
Her whole life, her hopes and fears
But the only thing to ever trickle down was her tears
A better tomorrow, the promise they made
But tomorrows and promises only fade away
And when her fading came quick
To my children, she said, I leave a brightly coloured stick
[E] To beat it [G#] beat it [A] beat it [B (stop)] ‘til everyone is rich
Piñata economics – ‘cause it never trickles down
Piñata economics – in a papier maché crown
Piñata economics – with a brightly coloured stick
Beat it, beat it, beat it, ‘til everyone is rich
This pub is on a war footing
Rachel says
We’re gonna have to stand our ground
The pub up west has got a new guvnor
He’s throwing his weight around
So happy hour is over
In the New Austerity Inn
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less you’re gonna get less
This pub is on a war footing
Rachel says
We’re gonna have to stand our ground
The pub in the east is expanding
Threatening all around
So happy hour is over
In the New Austerity Inn
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
This pub is on a war footing
Rachel says
But we’re still told we need to grow
That one on the house that you take for granted
Is gonna have to go
So happy hour is over
In the New Austerity Inn
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
I’ve you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
So happy hour is over
In the New Austerity Inn
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
I’ve you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
What’s a kid to do killing time at home?
When there’s khaki and mates for life in the killing zone
Adventure high and derring-do
What’s a working-class kid to do?
They’ll ship you out and then they’ll ship you home
They’ll ship you ‘til you can’t be left alone
And there’s nothing like a night out with the lads
Even the ones getting shipped home in body bags
‘Cos we’ve got tanks and guns and cans of beer
Tanks and guns and good cheer
Tanks and guns and nobody wants us here
We’ve got tanks and guns and cans of beer
Tanks and guns and good cheer
Tanks and guns, and we’ve got fear
They’ll tell you kid, don’t take it home
Leave it overseas where soldiers roam
Your disposable girlfriend and your mates from school
They’re gonna train you to hate ‘em all
‘Cos we’ve got tanks and guns and cans of beer
Tanks and guns and good cheer
Tanks and guns and nobody wants us here
We’ve got tanks and guns and cans of beer
Tanks and guns and good cheer
Tanks and guns, and we’ve got fear
See ‘em lined up with their poppies at the Cenotaph
Never shot a gun in anger, what a laugh
With limbs and brains perfectly intact
While some of yours were never coming back
We’ve got tanks and guns and cans of beer
Tanks and guns and good cheer
Tanks and guns and nobody wants us here
We’ve got tanks and guns and cans of beer
Tanks and guns and good cheer
Tanks and guns, and we’ve got fear
We’ve got tanks and guns and cans of beer
Tanks and guns and good cheer
Tanks and guns and nobody wants us here
We’ve got tanks and guns and cans of beer
Tanks and guns and good cheer
Tanks and guns, and we’ve got fear
Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
It’s really not going well
Has anyone got a hand cart?
For Mr Zelensksy
Has anyone got a hand cart?
He’s hailing a taxi
And it’s gonna make great, great TV
Great, great TV
Gambling with World War Three
Great TV
Has anyone got a hand cart?
For sofa shagger Vance
Has anyone got a hand cart?
He’s overdone the bantz
Has anyone got a hand cart?
For I’ve got a letter Kier
Has anyone got a hand cart?
Charlie won’t want him near
And it’s gonna make great, great TV
Great, great TV
Gambling with World War Three
Great TV
Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
It’s really not going well
Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
Yeah, Donald’s got loads to sell
And it’s gonna make great, great TV
It’s gonna make great, great TV
Gambling with World War Three
Great TV
Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
It’s really not going well
Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
Yeah, Donald’s got loads to sell
Imagine getting richer while the poor are still poor
Imagine having everything and still wanting more
Imagine all the hurt and still nobody cares
That’s why it’s you and me against the billionaires
Imagine all the emeralds, your own spaceship
Shooting off to Mars on a space day trip
Imagine if they stayed, what difference would it make
When we do all the give, and they do all the take
The art of the deal says that beggars can’t be choosers
The art of the deal says that winners need their losers
The way we play is that everybody shares
That’s why it’s you and me against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
Imagine using wars to just make more money
Imagine no just cause, just bread and honey
Imagine how little the big boy cares
That’s why it’s you and me against the billionaires
The art of the deal says that beggars can’t be choosers
The art of the deal says that winners need their losers
The way we play is that everybody shares
That’s why it’s you and me against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
Mind the gap, the cats getting fatter
Mind the cap, the one that says MAGA
Mind the trap that says all lives matter
It’s you and me against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
Steve White & The Protest Family 