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Posted By: Morticia
07-Jun-01 - 06:01 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Idlers and Skivers (Keith Marsden)
Subject: Lyr Add: IDLERS AND SKIVERS (Keith Marsden)^^
I think this must be the one you mean.....well, I hope it is, I've been typing for bloody hours!


IDLERS AND SKIVERS
(Keith Marsden)

We're the idlers, we're the skivers, we're the undeserving poor
See how prettily we curtsy and we bow?
See us stand with cap in hand again outside the rich man's door
For the new Victorian age is dawning now
And we mind our manners as before, we watch our Q's and P's
We're grateful for the handout and we always try to please
And we will not raise our heads when they prefer us on our knees
For we're only idle undeserving poor

Chorus
But we're knocking at the door, we're knocking at the door
And a penny in the poor man's hand will no longer do
You'd better open wide and let us come in inside
For the knocking's nearly over and the door's coming through

We were jumped up little oiks and irks, the undeserving poor
When we found ourselves the masters for a day
For we'd fought and bled and died to help to win the second war
And we thought we'd earned the right to have our say
So we sang of New Jerusalem, they didn't like the song
They threw their spanners in the works and laughed when all went wrong
And we should have known they'd never let us be the masters long
Not the jumped up oiks, the undeserving poor

Then they taught us to be selfish, never had it so good poor
And they dangled such a tempting, juicy fly
And we saw their shabby goodies in an 'I'm Alright Jack' store
And we couldn't wait to rush inside and buy
For then money was the godhead and the only gospel greed
We sold our gains to meet the ad-man's non-existent need
With a mess of tatty trinkets and a pile of plastic beads
And we stayed the idle, undeserving poor

Still we trusted in their promises, we undeserving poor
When they said we march toward some sunlit plain
All the dark times were behind us, only golden days before
Then they turned into the same old lies again
For they gave the rope we asked for and we didn't have a care
They showed us to the scaffold, and we blithely climbed the stair
Then they kicked away the trap and left us hanging in the air
And we're hanging still, the undeserving poor

And if you've not yet enlisted in the army of the poor
Never fear, your call up papers on it's way
Or perhaps you think you're fireproof, well you'd better think some more
For your turn is coming soon some future day
They don't need you on the land now or on the factory floor
They won't even need you when they go and start the final war
Let's be ready when they start to ask what do they need you for?
When you're only idle, undeserving poor

But you haven't done your duty when you've sung about the poor
If you never raise a hand to ease their plight
If you sing the chorus louder, it might ease your conscience more
But pious thoughts do not excuse you from the fight
For the times are getting harder and we haven't seen the worse
They still foul the wells of plenty while so many die of thirst
And we will rebuild Jerusalem but clean the temple first
And they'll wish they'd taken pity on the poor.
^^