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Whatever happened to childhood? |
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We're all scared of the kids in our neighboorhood; |
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They're not small, charming and harmless, |
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They're a violent bunch of bastard little shits. |
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And anyone who looks younger than me |
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Makes me check for my wallet, my phone and my keys, |
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And I'm tired of being tired out |
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Always being on the lookout for thieving gits. |
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We're all wondering how we ended up so scared; |
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We spent ten long years teaching our kids not to care |
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And that "there's no such thing as society" anyway, |
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And all the rich folks act surprised |
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When all sense of community dies, |
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But you just closed your eyes to the other sidev |
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Of all the things that she did. |
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Thatcher ****ed the kids. |
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And it seems a little bit rich to me, |
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The way the rich only ever talk of charity |
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In times like the seventies, the broken down economy |
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Meant even the upper tier was needing some help. |
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But as soon as things look brighter, |
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Yeah the grin gets wider and the grip gets tighter, |
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And for every teenage tracksuit mugger |
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There's a guy in a suit who wouldn't lift a finger for anybody else. |
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You've got a generation raised on the welfare state, |
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Enjoyed all its benefits and did just great, |
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But as soon as they were settled as the richest of the rich, |
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They kicked away the ladder, told the rest of us that life's a bitch. |
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And it's no surprise that all the ****-ups |
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Didn't show up until the kids had grown up. |
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But when no one ever smiles or ever helps a stranger, |
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Is it any ****ing wonder our society's in danger of collapse? |
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So all the kids are bastards, |
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But don't blame them, yeah, they learn by example. |
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Blame the folks who sold the future for the highest bid: |
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That's right, |
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Thatcher ****ed the kids. |
