Revolution 2017

The time has come

We can take the flak

It belongs to us all

We’ve got to take it back

No more voting for the Eton elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

 

Poverty is a putrid cancer

Sectarianism is obscene

Take home your nukes

They are really not our scene

No more voting for the Eton elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

 

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.

 

It’s time to end the status quo

It’s time to grab the crown

Call an end to the upper chamber

Those in the Lords just look down

No more voting for the Eton elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

 

Take the power from the rich

Give that power to the poor

Don’t give shelter to the bankers

We don’t need them anymore

No more voting for the Eton elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

 

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.

 

Shelter for the homeless

And feed the hungry too

Education will unlock the door

We are many and you are few

No more voting for the Eton elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

 

Time to move as one nation

Time to speak with one voice

We the people demand justice

We now have a real choice

No more voting for the Eton elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

 

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.

No Frontiers / Sans Frontieres

Andy is a plumber

He works from dawn till dusk

Barrie is a banker

Money fuels his lust

Colin is a carer

Looking after his old mum

Derek is a beggar

Seeking food to fill his tum

No borders

No nations

No warfare

No way

 

Edward is a baron

In a mansion cold and grey

Freddy is a homophobe

But he is secretly gay

Gregory is a millionaire

Funding international genocide

Harry is his best friend

Knowing how he lied

No borders

No nations

No warfare

No way

 

Indira is a seamstress

Making dresses for the rich

Jakinda she sews trainers

One rupee for every stitch

Kondo was a warrior

But HIV has made him sick

Leandro he is starving

Earning a dollar for a trick

No borders

No nations

No warfare

No way

 

Mendel is a Rabbi

Living in the Promised Land

Noam is quite pleasant

Though no one sees his hand

Ovadia he buys weapons

For the IDF to fire

Pesach is an agent

With 40 guns to hire

No borders

No nations

No warfare

No way

 

Qasim is a builder

He works to earn some bread

Radi is an Iman

Saying prayers for the dead

Saha she smiles bravely

While burying her mum

Tasnim lost her legs

In the heat of the Gaza sun

No borders

No nations

No warfare

No way

 

Ursula is the Scottish wife

Of a paedophile parish priest

Vanora owns a town house

On a street in Inverleith

Willie wants independence

From the bastard English rule

Yolanda says he crazy

And a brainless Indy fool

No borders

No nations

No warfare

No way

 

While bombs rain down aplenty

On helpless Palestine

The yanks they start to blitz

The bloody ISIS line

The rulers keep us under

With lies and racial fear

They sip their Pimms and cocktails

And serve us promises and beer

No borders

No nations

No warfare

No way

 

Think again Boris – a song for our Islington Herbivore

Go ahead and smear him because he makes you doubt

Because he has denied himself the things you can’t live without

Laugh at him behind his back just like the others do

Remind him of the knives behind him when he comes walking through

 

But he’s loved by all of us

Resent him to the bone

You got something better?

You’ve got a heart of stone

 

Stop your conversation when he passes on the stairs

Hope he falls upon himself, no-one really cares

Because he can’t be exploited by media moguls anymore

Because he can’t be bribed or bought by the things that you adore

 

But he’s loved by all of us

Resent him to the bone

You got something better?

You’ve got a heart of stone

 

When the whip that’s keeping you in line doesn’t make him jump

Say he’s hard-of-hearing, as ridiculous as Donald Trump

Say he’s out of step with reality as you try to test his nerve

Because he doesn’t pay no tribute to the Queen that you serve

 

But he’s loved by all of us

Resent him to the bone

You got something better?

You’ve got a heart of stone

 

Say that he’s a loser because he uses common sense

Because he doesn’t increase his worth at someone else’s expense

Because he’s not afraid of trying, he embraces others with a smile

Because he doesn’t threaten immigrants, say he’s got no style

 

But he’s loved by all of us

Resent him to the bone

You got something better?

You’ve got a heart of stone

 

You can laugh at austerity, you can play your nuclear games

You think that when you rest at last you’ll go back from where you came

But you’ve pocketed your bonuses and you’ve changed since the womb

What happened to the real you, you’ve been captured but by whom?

 

But he’s loved by all of us

Resent him to the bone

You got something better?

You’ve got a heart of stone

 

(with thanks to Bob Dylan for the song pattern)