2nd class citizens

Look at the street. Look at the cold. Look at the truth that has never been told. Locals are starved. Locals are down. Left on the floor at the edge of the town. Boats on the coast. Straight through the door. They get the rooms while our people are poor. Fed and they're clothed. Kept in the warm. We get the frost and the weight of the storm. Open your eyes. Look at the ends. Paid all our tax to be dumped by our friends. Working-class blood. Pushed to the back. Left in the mud while they clear out the track. How is it right? How is it fair? Our own citizens trapped in despair. Put our own first. Bring 'em inside. Time to wake up and step up with pride. Look at the block. Look at the queue. Nothing is left for the many or few. Vets on the bricks. SICK on the stones. Government turning a back on our bones. Hotels are packed. Funding is deep. While our own families struggle to sleep. Bills on the rise. Food in the box. Locked out of life by the system and locks. Walk through the town. See the divide. Nowhere for working-class people to hide. They get the care. We get the blame. Whole of the UK is sick of the game. No more excuses. No more the lies. Look at the contrast right under the skies. Fix up the state. Look to our own. Time to take care of the people at home.