Lyrics

Do you remember the time, we crossed the poverty line
And the sun shone on those in the shade
Our grandfathers fought and the vision they sought
Was a helping hand from cradle to grave
But now that’s all over, and long been forgot
And the profits all go to the men at the top
And the promises of 45 are just broken dreams and lies

Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise

They say times are tough and there isn’t enough
To pay the poor the sick and so on
But the profits still flow and the bonuses grow
And we all know where the money has gone.
Those robber barons in their ivory towers
Are eating the fruits of what could’ve been ours.

Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise

The gap between your place & mine gets wider every day
You pay the press, you pay for votes to make sure it stays that way

Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise