only good thing about it, they made fun of 'thatcher the milk snatcher'
the iron lady who sold this country off, and the money she got for it, gave it back to the rich in tax cuts
as weller said
The Grocer's shop hangs up its sign
The sign say's closed it's a sign of the times -
Like everything else they've - all gone away.
But somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again -
Shipping out the profits that they've stolen
An eerie wail comes from the pit,
The ghosts of the men take the morning shift -
Just like clockwork - rusting away.
Come take a walk upon these hills
And see how monetarism kills -
Whole communities -
Even families -
There's nothing left so - They've all gone away.
no that note, i've gone back to work