| From the playground to the wasteground
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| Hope ends at 17 —
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| Sweeping floors and filling shelves
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| Forced into government schemes —
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| 11 years spent to dig out ditches
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| Forget your schoolday dreams —
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| Guarantees and lie-filled speeches
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| But nothing’s what it seems —
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| Qualified and patronised
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| And with everything to lose
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| Oooh ooh
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| No choice or chance for the future
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| The rich enjoy less tax —
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| Dress the girls in pretty pink
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| The shit goes to the blacks
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| A generation’s heart torn out
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| And covered up the facts
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| The only thing they’ll understand
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| Is a wall against their backs
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| The only hope now left for those
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| With everything to lose
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| With everything to lose
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| With everything to lose
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| Oooh ooh
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| In desperation empty eyes
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| Signed up and thrown away —
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| There’s drugs replacing dignity
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| The short sharp shock repaid —
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| There’ll be no money if you dare to question
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| Working the Tory way —
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| The truth is up there carved in stone
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| Where 21 dead now lay —
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| A family’s loss for a few pounds saved
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| With everything to lose
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| With everything to lose
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| With everything to lose
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| With everything to lose
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| With everything to lose
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| Oooh |