Thatcher’s Children (Lyrics) – by Wild Billy Childish and the Musicians of the British Empire

"Thatcher’s Children

Have inherited the Earth

Ronald Reagan was there

He gave the curse

 

Thatcher’s Children

What Can You Do?

When Every Little Smile

Has To Shine BRAND NEW

 

Thatcher’s Children

They came from afar

Now even rock ‘n’ roll’s

Just floggin’ a car

 

Thatcher’s Children

Only tied to the purse

It ain’t gettin’ better

It’s just gettin’ worse

 

And nobody’s ringin’

The ice is getting thin

And terrorists might get ya’

The tunnel’s cavin’ in

 

The countdown’s beginnin’

The winner can’t win

Save your own skin –

Everyone’s a LOSER

 

Thatcher’s Children

You said it’s punk rock

Now we’re on our knees

And we’re all sucking cock

 

Thatcher’s Children

Who’d believe it’s true

But what she did to them

Well, they’ll do it to you

 

Thatcher’s Children

The headlines will grab ya

Don’t go outta your homes

Or your children might stab ya

 

Thatcher’s Children

You said it would be fun

Now we’re staring down the barrel

Of our own gun

 

And nobody’s ringing

The air is getting thin

The terrorists might get ya

The tower’s caving in

 

The Countdown’s beginning

The winner can’t win

Save your own skin

Everyone’s a LOSER

 

Thatcher’s Children

What can you lose?

You could all be famous

On You Tube

 

Thatcher’s Children

[I’m afraid I can’t make out what Mr Childish sings in these two lines!]

They just couldn’t resist

 

Thatcher’s Children

Aren’t you glad you came?

Preaching a gospel of

Greed and Gain

 

Thatcher’s Children

Won’t you give me a smile?

For the CCTV cameras

Recording you for mile, after mile, after mile, after mile"