We don’t go on strike anymore,
for instance,
see, you’d live on £ 53. 00 too
if you had to,
I wouldn’t go on strike either
for a hand-out
To stop. Then we might riot,
in order to,
I’d break into shops and steal
the latest gear
‘tho you wouldn’t escape getting caught
on closed circuit TV,
If I had to. And there’s no more room
here for your sort,
you’d find it hard to survive too,
no place to smoke,
even if health tax the living daylights
it’s my choice
Isn’t it? Now we don’t belong in the city more,
none of us do,
I say, go back to where you come from,
somewhere before
you and I were born, this nation state
can do without
the likes of us.