All but Name

It's 'zero-hours', it's cuts and bombs
And I'm afraid there's so much more to come
They're drilling shale, your doctor fled
That education means a lifelong fight with debt

And May, she's on the rob
Like Dave and George, the Queen and God
An old and traitorous plot
To wear us down and rip us off

It's just the same every time they make their plays
They take away our freedom with some moral masquerade
I lie awake from dreams of things to come
"Are we all slaves then, Da?"
In all but name, my son

All but name my son... all... but... name, my son

There's burning towers, folk with no home
If you're in crisis? Well, a cell is where you'll go
But they'll bail out bankers, and, no tax for mates
Steal meals from children, while they ride the gravy train

'Cos May, she's on the rob
Like Dave and George, the Queen and God
An old and traitorous plot
To keep us down and rip us off

It's just the same every time they make their plays
They take away our freedom with some moral masquerade
I lie awake from dreams of things to come
"Are we all slaves then, Da?"
In all but name, my son

All but name, my son... all... but... name, my son