You Thatcherites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
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You Thatcherites by name lend an ear
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You Thatcherites by name, your faults I will proclaim,
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Your doctrines I must blame, you will hear, you will hear
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Your doctrines I must blame, you will hear
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You privatise away what is ours, what is ours
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You privatise away what is ours
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You privatise away and then you make us pay
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We'll take it back some day, mark my words, mark my words
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We'll take it back some day, mark my words
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The scabs they hide their faces in shame, yes in shame
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The scabs they hide their faces in shame
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They hide away in shame but we recall their names
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And they know they'll share the blame for it all, for it all
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They know they'll share the blame for it all
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Your leader she has gone to the Lords, to the Lords
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Your leader, she has gone to the Lords
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Your Leader she has gone, but she's left us Little John
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And he's barely hanging on by his nails, by his nails
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He's barely hanging on by his nails
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Thatcherites
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| Billy Bragg |
