Alistair Hulett 1994
Everyone I know is feeling the pinch of these straightened days:
Small change is counted on Tuesdays; by Wednesday, we’re always broke.
Every week it seems they cut one more inch off our living wage:
Paring us down for the new age; squeezing us until we Choke.
Chorus:
Everyone I know (x4)
Everyone I know is worried if they’ll be the next for the chop;
Every day the line is just a little bit shorter at the bus stop.
Everyone I know is warming their dreams on a dying flame
Out on an ocean of self-blame where Big fish get let off the hook.
All the news I read says this is my great opportunity
Here in the new clever country Where some touch and others just look.
Everyone I know is paying the price for the lunacy
Of setting the corporate dogs free into the big picture book.
Everyone I know is looking for someone to vote for,
Turning away from the class war Forgetting the world ever shook.