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We’re stood here on the edge of the fucking end times.
What will the country look like with the NHS privatised?
Politicians on the TV talking shit, and spreading their lies;
our worthless lives in the hands of the Tory bastards we despise.
I can’t take no more.
What are we fighting for,
to settle the score?
To declare war on a system rigged to murder the poor?
That’s the plan.
But why the hell aren’t you listening, man?
They’ll kill your fucking gran if they find out that she ran out of savings,
turfed out onto the paving.
The people should be raging but they’re not.
Have we forgot?
There’ll be thousands of babies dying in the cot
now their parents can’t afford a room on the paediatric ward.

Only the wealthy are healthy,
bosses are carefree,
laughing in hospital beds.
Expensive meds bought with the money they’ve stolen.
Your accounts are frozen.
Run out of cash, run out of time.
These fuckers have crossed the line.
Hit the streets and scrape, scrimp and save for your children’s sake.
Corporate demand sucks revenue from a place of healing.
No room for feeling when the suits are here for profiteering.
The people bleeding, the people screaming,
but helping them is unappealing to the money that you’re yielding.
It’s profits over people.
I wonder how the fuck it’s legal.
Chasing bigger numbers turning people evil.
So what’s the answer?
Do you become a chancer?
Risk it all without financial plans for cancer?
See we’re beaten and we’re bloody and the doctors won’t soothe shit.
No such thing as illness til you’ve got the cash to prove it.
This is how they kill us, how the common man dies.
Where were you the day that the NHS was privatised?

Only the wealthy are healthy,
bosses are carefree,
laughing in hospital beds.
Expensive meds bought with the money they’ve stolen.
Your accounts are frozen.
Run out of cash, run out of time.
These fuckers have crossed the line.
Hit the streets and scrape, scrimp and save for your children’s sake.

No refund for treatment; common cold, the future of deaths is slowly told.
Try’na grow old, survive in this world,
but money ain’t flowing I’m overboard!
Profiteering from the ones that bleed.
Free healthcare for everyone; that’s what we need.
Only the rich get into elysium,
suck off your banker,
don’t consult your medium.

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from Working Class Artists, released October 9, 2020
Jonty
Anthony
Vinny
Mark

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