Business As Usual

The bathroom with no window, mirror mirror on the wall
 Who's the fairest of them all, the undisputed belle of the ball
 Walking through the rain 'cos the train's on strike
 But they had the gall, to label you 'essential'
 Against all common sense, now we sit on the fence
 Waiting for someone just like me to take the fall
 Did you think about the money men, imitation Don Draper?
 Sending out Deliveroo for toilet paper
 No contract means no consent about the wiping of a rich man's arse
 From 'The Cheap Part of Town' to this human zoo
 A house made for seven that accommodates two
 In splendid isolation, equality's a farce
 A murmur from the depths of hell grows louder every day
 The economy is paralysed, the bill arrives and there no-one there to pay
 We'll remember next election who our friends are
 Greased palms by example, champagne on standby
 But in case you've forgotten the motto it's never to late to be left at the bottom
 When we hold all the cards
 Did you listen to the laughs, the cheers, the profiteers
 Bank balances embellished with an extra zero
 You're nothing but a number on a payslip given in the name of the minimum wage
 The words of wisdom they spoke
 Better to be sick and working than poor and broke
 What's the point in growing up? It's time to act your age
 Don't turn to the clergy, don't turn to organised religion
 When the church door has been closed with lock and key
 If you're looking for solace in your fellow human
 Now's the time to drop the ten pound note for a shot of solidarity
 Weights and measures, weekend pleasures, hidden treasures
 It's been too long
 Interest rates mounting, advice from accounting, crying and shouting
 It's been too long
 Too long, too long, far too long
 Too long, too long, far too long
 Did you imitate Cain and Abel to put food on the table
 Starting at the grave and ending at the cradle
 Stable living at the price of the thousands falling through the cracks
 Paying off the jury, blood sweat and tears
 Pound signs gleaming in the eyes of the overseers
 Feeling the threat of the whip across your back
 Nothing left to worry, nothing left to choose
 Nothing, and when all's said and done
 Nothing left to lose
 Rotten to the core, riven by disease
 Learning how to walk again
 From a life lived on my knees
 Too long, too long, far too long
 Too long, too long, far too long