(To the tune of U2’s Where The Streets Have No Name)

I’m too skint to run, too old to hide
I have to take out the furniture
that I have inside
I want to reach out
for just a few quid more
to stay where the streets have no poor

I want to feel Southern light on my face
I’ve seen the cockneys disappear
without a trace
I need to call Shelter
if anyone’s there any more
where the streets have no poor

where the streets have no poor
where the streets have no poor

they still claim there’s
affordable housing
outside the M25 ring
and when I go there
you can’t afford not to come too
it’s all we can do

the city’s affluent
but our car’s turned to rust
we’re evicted and cleared by the Tories
who betrayed our trust
I’ll show you a place
high on the Yorkshire moor
where the streets might still have some poor

where the streets have no poor
where the streets have no poor

they’re still building
their mansions in fields
as the welfare state yields
and when we go there
you’ll just have to come too
it’s all we can do

our dreams turned to rust
the writing is now on the wall
and they just don’t care at all
oh I see our fate
see our bank balance bust
the writing is now on the wall
they just don’t care at all
oh when I go there
you just have to come too
it’s all we can do

Song Of The Day ~ U2 – Where The Streets Have No Name

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