Look A question for the new Prime Minister How'd you have a heart so sinister? How are you so wasteful when people are dying in Somalia Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya? The irony is we have no business in Syria But kids are getting killed for all the business in Syria And then they try and tell you it's ISIS, it's ISIS In their attempts at killing it, how many civilians died So what's the difference between us and them? When you got drones killing kids just touching ten Then when a bomb goes off, every politician's lost Like that last strike that didn't kill a hundred men You ain't the same as them But all that fuel for the fire is what you gave to them And what you take from them
All my life I know my mum's been working In and out of nursing, struggling, hurting I just find it fucked that the government is struggling To care for a person that cares for a person So where's the discussion on wages and budgets? How they made them redundant when I was a young'un The letters in our car said my mum was overdraft But somehow I still had dinner money in my pocket And even the little things like ordering pizza Were probably the reason for overtime in the evening Five till ten, six hours of sleeping For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning Dreaming that her kids would have a better life Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by That's the reality for millions of people in a nation Where a lot of us were looking for a second try
A question for the new Prime Minister And please, tell me if I'm being narrowminded But how do we spend so much money on defence And weapons to wage war when the NHS is dying? Bursting at the seams, and what about them people That voted for us to leave for the money that it would see? 350 million we give to the EU every week That our health service needs But now them politicians got what they wanted Can you see an empty promise or a poster on the street? Nurses in tears 'cause they're working every hour of the week And they still don't have the money that they need You brought the heart of the nation to its knees Underpaid, understaffed, overworked And overseen by people who can't ever understand How it feels to live life like you and me
Patients lying in the corridors 'Cause doctors can't even find a bed for them to sleep I remember A&E and all them sickening screams Of a little girl waiting for a surgeon to be seen Privatized healthcare, guns for police Increased uni fees, is this what they're selling us? Well, let me remind you just in case you've forgotten That we live in Great Britain, not in Donald Trump's America Speaking of America, state and the President With all due respect, I've got something to say to them I just find it funny you can't give a hand to Palestine But you can trade whole arms with Saudi Arabia
Look, look I've got a question for the new Prime Minister At Grenfell Tower, your response was ridiculous You hid like a coward behind your five million Dodged responsibility and acted like you're innocent And I can see you're terrified, you're not good at telling lies I'm getting why you stay away from everything that's televised You look like a robot and you don't speak with any life It feels to me like any guy in press could've said them lines Imagine going to the council for the safety of your block And you've got kids but they're ignoring you at every time Everyone who knew about that cladding Should really be going prison under rule of joint enterprise But if it ain't a little kid with a knife I bet that judge is going easy when he's giving him time They don't deserve to be free Any builder, MP, that knew about the conditions but did it to save cheese When I listen to the things that the residents had seen I was so shocked I couldn't even speak Families they know that had died in their sleep How you choke on the smoke when you're struggling to breathe The glow from the fire The panic when you hear all the sirens The crackling, the popping and the muffled-out screams The fear in the eyes of a man that was trapped Who jumped fifteen floors from the tower to the street I could only hear a fraction of the pain and the grief Closing my eyes, trying hard not to cry And the joy and relief in the face of a man When a woman from the flat said his neighbour was alive No help from the council in keeping any list Of the people that survived, his neighbours and peers And for that whole meeting I could see that he was trying So his smile was an island in a sea full of tears
Look, I've got a message for our old Prime Minister David Cameron I mean you fucked us, resigned then sneaked out the firing line I wanna know how you managed it And are you bathing in the sun while them papers have a run At the woman that you left here to handle it? You gonna teach your little lad to be the man that's got a plan And then the moment that it fails to abandon it? Are there bullies in his school? And when you pick him up after class can you feel his embarrassment? I mean you never gave a fuck about the youth and that's the truth There's no sympathy for you or your cabinet I really wish I could've seen how you were scramblin' When you lost the referendum that you had to win I feel like politicians are all addicts In a big fat game but it's lives that you gamble with
I've got a question for the leader of the Labour Party Jeremy Corbyn, where do you wanna take the country to? Honestly, I wanna put my trust in you But you can understand why if I've got trust issues Do you really have the faith of your party? Do you really have faith in the party that will come with you? And how do you plan on keeping all the promises? Man, if I'm being honest, Sir, I'm struggling to get with it I just ain't getting it Everybody's great until you get them into office and then guys start forgetting things Prove to us you're different, don't promise me anything Go and get justice for Rashan Charles and Edison And if you haven't had the thought to vote yet Or protest 'cause you don't really see the progress I hope you know that what they're saying is affecting us The small steps are way better than no steps
Composição: David Orobosa Omoregie / Fraser T Smith