Your done they said it’s time for you to leave

I left without a plan to face a world of work

No qualifications or worthwhile experience to help me on my way

Only youthful optimism and a need to earn some pay

I gave up childish things and accepted the fitting of my ball and chain

Tied into the government system my labour for pay, another cog in the machinery of state

Just another revenue stream for an uncaring capitalist system

Contribute your labour and your taxes and they hope you die before your pension is due

You choose a hero to follow according to your rebellious bent

As each year passes your value increases as your contributions increase

The chains that bind grow tighter, the rebellion gets strangled into submission

Passive sublimation of the masses under the guise of democracy

Our ruling classes have never experienced the swish of Madame le guillotine

They carry on trampling and exploiting for the benefit of the few

One day we will realise the French should be admired and not despised

They would not be pissed on by the likes of Cameron, Brown or Blaire, Clegg or Thatcher find me one who was fair!