Tory Dystopia
There will be produce on the shop shelves
There will be fuel to keep you warm
There will be food stored in your cupboards
And a reason for the dawn
There will be clothing and a warm bed
There's a roof to stop the rain
There'll be a door to keep the winds out
And a reason for the day
It may feel like the twilight zone
A never-ending story
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the hunger games
A culling of the poor
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the heart of the storm
We're not quite there
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the world's insane
No one to blame, no-one to shame
There will be pay to hold the wolves back
There's a path that you can trust
There is a love to keep you on track
And reason for the dusk
There will be purpose and acceptance
There will be light where you can see
There will be time to be with family
A reason just to be
It may feel like the twilight zone
A never-ending story
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the hunger games
A culling of the poor
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the heart of the storm
We're not quite there
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the world's insane
No one to blame, no-one to shame
There will be fuel to keep you warm
There will be food stored in your cupboards
And a reason for the dawn
There will be clothing and a warm bed
There's a roof to stop the rain
There'll be a door to keep the winds out
And a reason for the day
It may feel like the twilight zone
A never-ending story
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the hunger games
A culling of the poor
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the heart of the storm
We're not quite there
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the world's insane
No one to blame, no-one to shame
There will be pay to hold the wolves back
There's a path that you can trust
There is a love to keep you on track
And reason for the dusk
There will be purpose and acceptance
There will be light where you can see
There will be time to be with family
A reason just to be
It may feel like the twilight zone
A never-ending story
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the hunger games
A culling of the poor
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the heart of the storm
We're not quite there
A Tory dystopia
It may feel like the world's insane
No one to blame, no-one to shame
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Elliot Worthington Cooper, John Christopher Melrose, Karena Frances Serdecka, Lawrence Antony Bircham
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