Listen up,
we're all being set up
to be
written out of the story,

electric's going up,
the gas along with your head
is going up yer ****,
rent.
tax,
rates,
we'll all be moving to Sherwood
living in tents
burning the last of the forest to
give us heat,

mates?
you won't have any
it'll be dog eat dog,

the last man standing
with his hand in
the empty cookie jar,

see how far we've come?
run home and tell your mum
the bailiffs are coming.