Gonna tell you a story, a tale of our time
It started way back in nineteen seventy-nine
The Tories' opportunity was heaven sent
After the winter of discontent
Labour tries to stop the decline
Says goodbye to revisionist swine
Control the bankers, control the police
Election manifesto for jobs and peace
Doctor Disaster came and hit the scene
He didn't have faith in the socialist dream
Megalomaniac with ifs and buts
Should have joined the Tories but hadn't the guts
Just in time for the general election
Tory propaganda split the nation
Voters uncertain what should be
Democracy died in nineteen eighty three
Right-wing think tanks say kick ass
It's open war on the working class
Smash the Unions, close the pits
Coal mine heroes treated like shit
Disinformation, privatisation
Nineteen eighty-seven was a bought election
Tax reductions, consumer boom
Plenty of profits, but all for whom?
People are starting to hit right back
The Poll Tax Army is on the attack
Thousands march in demonstration
Pigs start a riot in desperation
Desperate time, desperate course
Thatcher dumped like an injured horse
Major what? Major who?
A failed accountant in a dark grey suit
This is what happens after voting Tory
Three million jobless tells the story
Close the hospitals, close the schools
Just give the money to the class that rules
Take from the jobless, take from the poor
Give to the people who enforce the law
Take from the pensioners, take from the ill
Give to the parasites who do fuck all
Join the fight, join the fight
We all can win if we all unite
Lets stick together and lets begin
'Cos we are the people, and the people will win.
Eighties crap, more like. I have severe misgivings about publishing garbage like this, even though it has a sort of rough and ready rhythm to it. If this is the first of my poems you've read, take a look at the rest, they're much better!
It also enables me to tell the story of how I though I'd lost it, then found a copy on a ten-year-old QDOS format floppy disc, and occupied a fair few evenings trying to find a way of copying the "archives" to my PC/Linux box. Like most of the lyrics here, this was saved for posterity using a Sinclair QL. It dates from just after Margaret Thatcher was replaced by John Major as leader of the Conservative Party, whenever that was... (2000-04-18)