You know the good thing about David Cameron
Is that even he knows he's an arse
Every time he opens his mouth you can see him thinking,
"I was born an arse, I'll die an arse,
But at least I know I'm an arse."
A leading broadsheet ran a story of corruption at the top
Politicians, press and coppers tied together in a knot
And though it was quite rare to see such claims substantiated
No one seemed at all surprised, it just left us all deflated
It merely confirmed our deeply held suspicions of a government
That let itself go rotten to the core (Rotten to the core)
Ambivalence and resignation, anesthetising mutilation oh
Nye Bevan's plan, ripped apart and left in tatters on the floor
A front bench of old Etonians, a gang of millionaires
Screaming, "We're all in this together" whilst they amputate welfare
A diagnosis of austerity and economic growth
A multi-faceted denial of our ability to cope
Oh look, another hospital just closed
True hope resides in that moment where a person
Holds their hand out to a stranger on the ground
I will not allow myself to be destroyed by these betrayals
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(I won't ever let these bastards grind me down)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(I won't ever let these bastards grind me down)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(True hope resides in that moment where a person)
I won't ever let these bastards grind me down
(Holds their hand out to a stranger on the ground)