Get a job, get a second job, get a better job And pretend that Covid never happened Budget for your tea, better budget 30p And pretend that there’s no increase in the gap, and
You’re gonna have to wait four hours for an ambulance You’re gonna have to live at home with your parents You’re gonna have companies that don’t do what they oughta You’re gonna have some of them shitting in the water
Do away with your daily latte Your Netflix subscription will have to wait another day Bring your bus pass if you want to have a vote Don’t turn up here in a small boat
Be prepared to join a queue For tomatoes, cucumbers too But a good little Brit knows what to do Go to work on some turnip stew
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Let me tell you ‘bout a boy named Harry And all the fuss about the girl he married She weren’t like them, she was a celebrity No eyes of blue, American too She would never fit in to their family
But she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
Let me tell you ’bout a bloke called Charlie Spent his whole life waiting for his mum’s last party Crowned at last and everything would be alright Then son number one And son number two Had a set too and broke the dog’s bowl in a fight
While she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
Let me tell you ’bout a woman called Camilla Charlie’s regular date for dinner The Princess of All Our Hearts ain’t for me I wanna be your tampon Come on, let’s get it on I don’t care if I’m indiscreet
And she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
Let me tell you ’bout a prince called William The whole of Wales was his dominion Hier to the throne, all he has to do is stay alive But he fought with his brother In the absence of his mother About their choice of royal wives
And she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
Let me tell you ’bout the whole damn lot of ‘em How much better it would be to be shot of ‘em Off with their heads, and those of all their friends Gold, gilt and greed Something we don’t need And that’s the way the story ends
While she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
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*Lost in the mists of time is Steve singing Mary Had a Tory Baby. It went out live on a Punk 4 The Homeless live stream never to be seen again. If anyone has a copy, please let us know.
Every day of your life Every penny you make You’re gonna spend it On the things that you need The things that you want You’re gonna beg, borrow, steal or lend it But in the morning when Rishi gets out of bed In his account there’s even more of your bread Because the money always trickles up When they say it trickles down
Now Rishi will tell ya He’s a jolly fine fella Who sorted your furlough out But who did he pay At the end of the day Those with or those without ‘Cause he borrowed loads of money, gave it to me and you And we went and spent it all on bills and food And that’s how furlough trickled up When they said it trickled down
It’s the 21st Century money trick Same as the old one but twice as quick Borrow loads of money at the public expense And get ‘em to spend it with your wealthy friends
The stuff you need to buy You inevitably buy From a billionaire Whose money makes money Just on account Of being loads and being there So there’s a hole in your pocket where your wages go While his pile of money continues to grow And that’s how the money trickles up When they say it trickles down
It’s the 21st Century money trick Same as the old one but twice as quick Borrow loads of money at the public expense And get ‘em to spend it with your wealthy friends
Every day of your life Every penny you earn You’re gonna spend it But in the billionaire’s garden The money tree grows Well defended ‘Cause your work makes money, but his money makes money So when it rains on you, he’s still sunny And that’s how the money trickles up When they say it trickles down
Molly shouted into the wind But the wind never replied Molly shouted louder but the wind never hears The wind just blows on by All Molly needed was someone to listen….
So, Molly sent a message to her dead-end friends Dead-end friends are right on trend Molly sent a message to her dead-end friends But dead-end friends can’t heal… ‘Cause dead-end friends aren’t real
Molly ran down a one-way street With something terrible to say Molly ran harder but nothing came back Nothing ever comes the other way All Molly needed was someone to listen
So, Molly sent a message to her dead-end friends Dead-end friends are right on trend Molly sent a message to her dead-end friends But dead-end friends can’t heal… ‘Cause dead-end friends aren’t real
The wind, it never listens The street, it never changes The wind, it never listens And Molly Was ready To be among the stars…
Molly sent a message to her dead-end friends Dead-end friends are right on trend Molly sent a message to her dead-end friends But dead-end friends can’t heal… ‘Cause dead-end friends aren’t real
Molly sent a message to her dead-end friends Dead-end friends are right on trend Molly sent a message to her dead-end friends But dead-end friends can’t heal……. ‘Cause dead-end friends aren’t real
Do they want the pub boarded up? Do they want the chip shop shut? Who’ll bake the bread when the baker’s bust? In the high street they let turn to dust
You’re gonna have to go to Tesco Get a couple of cans to go They want you to go to Tesco Tesco’s where they want you to go
When you’re keeping warm in the library Or the café with a two-hour cup of coffee ‘Til you need to leave this table, sorry That’s not where they want you to be
They want you to go to Tesco Tesco’ll have their gas bill dough They want you to go to Tesco Tesco’s where they want you to go
A nation of shopkeepers shutting up shop When the gas price rises just won’t stop And the Government’s asleep at the wheel Tell me, how does it feel
When all that’s left is to go to Tesco Like it used to be but somehow less so They want you to go to Tesco Tesco’s where they want you to go
Like Boris Johnson gaslighting you about your gas bill, the myth of hard work is that if capitalism isn’t working for you it’s because you’re not working hard enough, and nothing to do with the whole crooked system being engineered to make very rich people even richer at your expense. Prime Minister in Waiting and co-author of Britannia Unchained, Liz Truss, is precisely one of those people who benefit from you believing that all you need to succeed is a little hard work and this country’s failing infrastructure is your fault for not grafting quite hard enough; her role after all is to protect the private sector and big business at all costs and not to look after you, no matter what she says. Don’t let her get away with it.
John Henry had his hammer, Stakhanov a jackhammer too But Liz says that the British worker is an idler through and through Now, hard work killed John Henry, and hard work will kill you too So, when Liz says you need more hard graft, you know what you have to do
Tell her we’ll do a good day’s work, but for a good day’s pay And when the union comes calling, we’ll take our work away ‘Cause we won’t break our backs for a boss who won’t pay tax And we’ll do our stint together and our way, oh yeah We’ll do our stint together and our way
John Henry, he built the railroad, Stakhanov, he mined for coal But Liz says that the British worker prefers life on the dole Now, hard work killed John Henry, and hard work will kill you too So, when Liz says the nation lacks skill and application, you know what you have to do
Tell her we’ll do a good day’s work, but for a good day’s pay And when the union comes calling, we’ll take our work away ‘Cause we won’t break our backs for a boss who won’t pay tax And we’ll do our stint together and our way, oh yeah We’ll do our stint together and our way
John Henry was buried in the morning, Alexei raised a glass But Liz says that the British worker needs a kick up the arse Now, hard work killed John Henry, and hard work will kill you too So, when Liz comes promising some levelling up, you know what you have to do
Tell her we’ll do a good day’s work, but for a good day’s pay And when the union comes calling, we’ll take our work away ‘Cause we won’t break our backs for a boss who won’t pay tax And we’ll do our stint together and our way, oh yeah We’ll do our stint together and our way, oh yeah We’ll do our stint together and our way
She had to stop watching the news when she became the news Another poverty safari into a lifestyle she didn’t choose She hardly has the lights on at this time of year And like the feeling going around She’s feeling like she’s gonna drown And she don’t know what she’s gonna do when the sun goes down She don’t know what she’s gonna do She don’t know what she’s gonna do She don’t know what she’s gonna do when the sun goes down
Blackouts to hide from bailiffs rather than warplanes But it’s war just the same, in all but name, with a wartime price to be paid And something to eat will have to wait until tomorrow now ‘Cause like the feeling going around She’s feeling like she’s gonna drown And she don’t know what she’s gonna do when the sun goes down She don’t know what she’s gonna do She don’t know what she’s gonna do She don’t know what she’s gonna do when the sun goes down When the sun goes down When the sun goes down She don’t know what she’s gonna do when the sun goes down
Steve White & The Protest Family 