Another day of playing the game’ wasting my precious hours

I’ll never get them back rubbish in my ears talking till were hoarse

Maybe it’s done to help, maybe it’s done to be correct, it’s done to cover our own arse of course

No matter what is said how good how bad at the end of the day were still flogging a dead horse

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions

In our line of work it’s paved in lack of implementation

Old hands have seen it before, lives ruined by the lack of appropriate resources

Lives ruined by a system of care that doesn’t recognise the individual

Twenty odd years ago I was taught to take the holistic approach

Twenty years later were still flogging the same poor dead horse

Unfortunately it’s getting worse as no one will take responsibility

No one will make a stand put their head above the parapet

Until someone shouts out the king has on no clothes

We will all go on following the idiot that put a price on care