A Bow To Capital

another old person dies
not enough money to keep themselves alive
the pension couldn't keep away the winter cold
when the heating went off and the nights are cold

against the coming of death there is no innoculation
waiting in vain for elaboration
of the NHS on the stuffed and poor
one more victim couldn be wheeled out the door

Chorus
in this country of blood and steel
where capital makes us power kneel
to the pain we were never ever taught to feel

another single mother were all on her own
when a rate-cap council could afford her a home
two young tranquilizers people bed?
another victim to state whos bled

one more point at the buzzliful man
before they stagger all again
another teenage suicider couldn't cope
choked on the end of the boss's rope

Chorus
in this country of blood and steel
where capital makes us scrape and kneel
to the pain we were will never ever taught to feel

more and more soldiers to keep the peace
more and more weapons for the police
more and more repression, more and more fear
to keep more assault on those who never hear

but the suffering an alien nation has to stop
and its architects must expect the chop
they want a land of steel and stone
where noone speaks and loves no longer know

Chorus
they want a country of stone and steel
where capital makes us scrape and kneel
to the pain we were will never ever tought to feel
feel
feel
never ever tought to feel