Grazie Governo
You can threaten, we ain't scared.
Laugh about it with your peers,
It won't make a single bit of difference,
Dishing out your power,
From your ivory towers,
In Washington, Berlin or London.
But there's a place I know just outside Bow,
Where there are children screaming.
Mum and Dad are broke and beat,
Trying to make ends meet,
Just to give their lives a little bit of meaning.
I've got a box of matches, let's show them what we mean.
We'll march together, time to make a scene.
Let's chop down, all the lies they built,
It's fuel for our fire, let's test our own free will.
We'll warm ourselves as they burn.
We'll laugh as they run.
The times they've put us through can't be undone,
Everybody time to stand once more,
This is the fight you were waiting for.
This ain't another sentimental love song,
You've kept the working man down for far too long.
The writing's on the wall.
Do you see what he meant,
When he wrote, with a sneer;
Thank you government.
So come on now my friend, dance with me until the end,
The world wants to stand between us.
This time their empire dies, it's in decline,
And I can hear it crumble.
They tread on me and you like we knew they'd do,
But they tread on those that can't fight back too.
And I've got values that I can't ignore.
This is the fight I was born for.
This ain't another sentimental love song,
You've kept the working man down for far too long.
The writing's on the wall.
Do you see what he mean.
When he wrote, with a sneer;
Thank you government.
Laugh about it with your peers,
It won't make a single bit of difference,
Dishing out your power,
From your ivory towers,
In Washington, Berlin or London.
But there's a place I know just outside Bow,
Where there are children screaming.
Mum and Dad are broke and beat,
Trying to make ends meet,
Just to give their lives a little bit of meaning.
I've got a box of matches, let's show them what we mean.
We'll march together, time to make a scene.
Let's chop down, all the lies they built,
It's fuel for our fire, let's test our own free will.
We'll warm ourselves as they burn.
We'll laugh as they run.
The times they've put us through can't be undone,
Everybody time to stand once more,
This is the fight you were waiting for.
This ain't another sentimental love song,
You've kept the working man down for far too long.
The writing's on the wall.
Do you see what he meant,
When he wrote, with a sneer;
Thank you government.
So come on now my friend, dance with me until the end,
The world wants to stand between us.
This time their empire dies, it's in decline,
And I can hear it crumble.
They tread on me and you like we knew they'd do,
But they tread on those that can't fight back too.
And I've got values that I can't ignore.
This is the fight I was born for.
This ain't another sentimental love song,
You've kept the working man down for far too long.
The writing's on the wall.
Do you see what he mean.
When he wrote, with a sneer;
Thank you government.
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Luke Gibbs, Alexander Huw Whibley-conway, Karl Eric Trevor Jeffery, Alexander Duncan Hay, Thomas James Mcfaull, James David Tetley
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