everything’s fractured
so here comes Thatcher
back from the dead in the Tory Rapture
handbag strokin’
hairdo smokin’
the shade’s not for turning, man – I’m not joking
the faithful falling at her feet
ten commandments on loud repeat
where there is discord flood the streets
with baton rounds & riot police
sing it
utilities – sell ‘em
protests – quell ‘em
if people wanna starve, go ahead let ‘em
get with the programme or go without
and if you don’t wanna look we can turn the lights out
we wanna attract ya
so let me despatch ya
a nice little contract to manufacture
some scratch for the itch
to make friends rich
drive the economy into a ditch
we make the rules
people are fools
we strip the hospitals, break the schools
close the libraries and the swimming pools
wring it
utilities – sell ‘em
protests – quell ‘em
if people wanna starve, go ahead let ‘em
get with the programme or go without
and if you don’t wanna look we can turn the lights out
like lambs to the slaughter
we poison the water
sacrifice the planet for a fiscal quarter
oil is best
greases the nest
funds the party so fuck the protest
but what the heck
it’s legal we checked
and anyway I say with the greatest respect
we can buy another planet we can go and infect
bring it
utilities – sell ‘em
protests – quell ‘em
if people wanna starve, go ahead let ‘em
get with the programme or go without
and if you don’t wanna look we can turn the lights out
we slash n’burn it
stamp the permit
save the cake and give you turnip
voters are hopeless
weak n’ boneless
make a fuss and we’ll make you homeless
so carpe diem
pay the PM
dogs of war? yeah? happy to free ‘em
we hold all the cards, man – shame you can’t see ‘em
sling it
utilities – sell ‘em
protests – quell ‘em
if people wanna starve, go ahead let ‘em
get with the programme or go without
and if you can’t bear to look we can turn the lights out
jim clayton 