Private Address (1994)

Note: This was written as lyrics for a song that never happened, and the last two lines were essentially the chorus. Hence, the extra two lines in the "verse". In case anyone's interested, the music was a blatant rip-off of "Unsung" by Helmet.

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A deeper depression at every sight,
A twisted anger that drowns fear.
Hatred builds in tender minds
Heating tempers to near boiling point.
Wicked implements of government:
Pinstripe minds with briefcase mouths.
Contract promises that are never kept,
And a system that works by credit.

We degrade all the establishments that count,
Shutting institutions to be burnt to the ground.
Unions dictate rebellion as opposition sings in unison,
The government sells everything to be privatized.
Profits from the happiness money never buys.
Shooting down industry, devastatingly, terminally.
Cutting the numbers of the unemployed:
A job to be done and land to be destroyed.
The end of the DHSS, a living legacy
To the true lack of UK social security.