When I were five, I started the system.
Five days a week, for a bunch o’ times tables.
I ‘ave a go now, but can’t even list em’:
Got no use to a guy who fixes cables.
When I were eleven, knew it weren’t over.
Nine ‘till three fifteen, each bloody day.
Spent my last few years hungover,
N’ when I was done, couldn’t wait to be away.
When I were sixteen, didn’t get better.
Got some gig with a mate o’ me dad.
Nine ‘till five, said ‘at written letter…
But at least I weren’t no undergrad.
When they were eighteen, they left home.
‘Ad to leave to make their millions,
‘At’s what they said, as they got their loan.
Nine thousand a year? Cost ‘em billions.
When they was twenty-five, they worked
At minimum wage, not twenty pound an hour.
They was ‘ungry tired and overworked,
Fightin’ for the right to a shower.
When we was fifty, we was broke.
They got them jobs with their qualifications,
But them loans? What a joke.
Nobody’s fault! But this damn Nation’s.