Punish The Young

Don’t you want me any more?
Don’t you know
That I n-n-n-nearly swore


On the live TV
We went wild
Yeah I set you free
Your golden child


Sitting in his easy chair
He runs his hands through greying hair
And contemplates
His country estate


Gazing out at his trout farm
He wonders where the workers are
But it’s too late
They are not his mates
They are young
They’re young


Don’t you need me
Any more?
I broke the rules for you
Opened doors


Gave you liberty
Suggested Brexit
Did that all work out?
I never checked it


Sitting in his easy chair
He runs his hands though greying hair
And contemplates
His country estate


Blackmailed all the workers back
Gave the ringleaders the sack
But it’s too late
They are not his mates
They are young


Sitting in his easy chair
He runs his hands through greying hair
And contemplates
His country estate


He ‘worked really hard for this’
But now people just take the piss
It’s all too late
They are not his mates
They are young


They’re young
So young


Don’t you want me?

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