Snatcher

Maggie Thatcher, about to snatch ya from the cradle of normality.

Wishing you had the chance to get off your arse, but you're on the dole and suffering in the darkest hole with no future in sight.

You fight, but the iron fist clamps tighter squeezing out your last breath as you're gasping for life.

F!!! the bankers, wanking over their piles of cash, snorting their stash of coke with rolled up freshly printed 20 pound notes, taking a toke of the industrial workers' sweat and blood as they go up in smoke.

Brand spanking new colour TVs for the VCs.

The rest of the country's on its knees, struggling to make ends meet.

Our communities used to function, but now the walls of small towns fall down into destruction.

Sons and daughters shooting up when they oughta be choosing life.

They're lambs to the slaughter, as the butcher with the carving knife cuts deeper and turns

out the lights.

Your racist police on the streets can't help but search these kids who just wanna be left in peace, surviving like rats in cages scavenging on whatever there is to eat.

The workers fight for their rights, their wives by their side on the picket lines, these women are stronger than you'll ever be.

Instead you're conning the masses with your fake austerity.

You're trying to be ruthless, but the truth is out and you're useless with nowhere to hide.

You're not fooling anyone!

Your string of pearls hidden away in your gold encrusted jewellery box, paid for with the money you'd stolen, forbidden to be seen when the cameras were rollin'.

You say we're the enemy, but you're guilty of murder, feeding your power with the corpses of the men dying at your feet with zero chance of retreat.

You say you're not for turning so like Satan you sentence us to an eternity at the fiery gates where we're eternally burnin'.

You say democracy will prevail, but if that

were true you'd spend a thousand years in jail, or tied up at the stake for your crimes against humanity.