Sold

Thank you for nothing, George

Your economic policy’s wrong

And now our postal service is gone

Just like utilities

The Royal Mail’s been sold on the fly

And we can kiss the service goodbye

Stamp prices rocketing

They’ve not learned a thing

There’s nothing left of ours anymore

The shareholders are having a ball

 

Sold

Our future’s out of our hands

Public opinion be damned

It’s unbelievable

Nothing is sacred, and now it’s

Sold

Assets and jobs disappear

Prices go up year by year

It’s unbelievable

Nothing is sacred

 

Writing a letter home

I don’t think it will get there on time

The sell-off is a national crime

They pimp out the Motherland

And sell off anything that they can

They call it progress but it’s a sham

It’s all been privatised

For a pack of lies

Once our nation stood proud and tall

Our ancestors would be so appalled

 

Sold

Our future’s out of our hands

Public opinion be damned

It’s unbelievable

Nothing is sacred, and now it’s

Sold

Assets and jobs disappear

Prices go up year by year

It’s unbelievable

Nothing is sacred

 

Nothing left of ours anymore

The shareholders are having a ball

 

Sold

Our future’s out of our hands

Public opinion be damned

It’s unbelievable

Nothing is sacred, and now it’s

Sold

Assets and jobs disappear

Just as I had feared

It’s unbelievable

Nothing is sacred

Original by Gary Kemp

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