When they say that we are broke, it’s you that they’re talking about!
As they straddle on the yoke, it’s you that has no clout.
An economy of 1.3 trillion, and still they can’t feed us all.
Tax evasion 110 billion, the poor and old will bear the pall.
We have to cut costs, your wages are what they mean.
As the bankers bid for lots, off hope you must wean.
Hate the immigrants and work shy, it’s you who they come for next.
Graft and fear till you die, the prediction from an Orwellian text.
They lie because they like to, for more than they can spend.
It’s your children’s game that’s through, the sad and inevitable end.