The old lady sits with two coats on and a hat
She’s in her sitting room and there’s silence in her flat
No tv or radio electricity reduction
She’s on her own she stares at walls there is no discussion.
You walk a block of flats and five or six are like that
Cold and slowly dying whilst the migrants get the welcome mat
The Establishment are hypocrites they’re traitors in our mist
I’d bring back the hangman’s noose and I know who’d be first!