The priest preaches proudly, ‘Now is the time for forgiveness!’
It’s only been two days later what’s he saying?
284 people dead from a Red surface to air
Falling from the Ukrainian sky bodies of despair
Children, Mothers, Fathers, Husbands, friends and wives
Families in far-away countries cry
As bank cards are rinsed and possessions taken
Last belongings burnt final memories forsaken

And Gods speaker says we must forgive them already?
Is he joking? What’s he been smoking? Something heavy!
Should we forgive the murderers and takers of innocent life?
Should we forgive the solider who fires off wild?
Should we forgive him when he shoots your family?
Should we forgive him when he shoots your friend?
Should we forgive him when his gun points at your head?
Should we forgive him when he’s shot you dead?

She held me so tightly for thirty eternal minutes
Without pause she whaled and screamed for her dead son, my best friend
My shape was the same as his, maybe my smell
Did she think I was him?
She tightened her grip sobbing and crying
I felt the water of her tears soak through to my skin
The longest half hour of my life

I would like to string all bankers up the nearest tree
Conning the public for years then given our money for free

I would like the bankers to experience severe dental pain
Maybe attach a rope to their feet and pull them behind a train

For their unscrupulous demeanour, disposition, debauchery and dispensation...
they deserve the spinal column removal and vasectomy operations.

We've just done what we've been told to do, be a good boy go to school
Go to sixth form college, have you got the knowledge?  
NO! You must spend fifteen thousand pounds and more
It doesn’t matter that you’re very poor
Only then will you be allowed to train
And perhaps obtain a slightly bigger brain.

Don't stress, its only money you don't have
Don't worry it WILL end in a job
Are you sure? Of course we are told
Don't be silly go to uni and let your life unfold!

Ten years later with no job and massive debt
Call centre jobs only last for six months so here we sit
Why are we here? What’s our purpose?
We are young men with nothing to drive us.

Let us make things again, put us in the Army
Let us be head of the family.
We don't know our place any more
We're lost without meaning
Lots of men standing around idle
Doing nothing just leaning.

Northern, Eastern, Western and South of our land is in great trouble
There's nothing to make, craft or do, jobs falling by double
We've lost all of our skills, mines, industries factories
None of the closed business will ever move back here

We were living the high life with Blair and his magical funding
Unaware the ground was falling beneath us and crumbling
Conditioned in good times and taken for granted
Now the shock is too much to handle  

All prices up! Minimum wage no longer exists
European competition has seen to this
Competing with ex-slave labour
Who are prepared to work for peanuts and good favour

Tories fooling, ‘Ha ha there is no North and South divide’
While hammering the poorest, robbing us of all remaining pride
As he stands in Teesside he thinks it’s the Tyne
What hope does the UK have with such ignoramus Tory crime

With no hope of work futures look grim
Once happy people now stressed to the brink
We watch and listen about the mythical recovery
I think to myself, *‘London must be some far away country!’