... Austerity Street
The road was up the chips they were down
The pennies were making the future go round
And rounding up stragglers waiting to race
Stopped the mould-trodden elders their mouths lined with paste
A word in your ear is a sentence pronounced
The darkened enlightenment underdogs trounced
Your eyes look up to a bright day ahead
Clouds lie behind you, your tears they have shed
Membership classes will shatter and splinter
The shards they will gauge you the lambs they may bleat
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