Them That Do the Work Lyrics

THEM THAT DO THE WORK

When posh boys wearing suits that cost what I paid for my car

Said we're all in this together, well I just had to laugh.

All in this together? Do they think that I've gone soft?

I'll never trust these bought and paid-for Eton Toffs

They say that we're in trouble there's hard choices to be made

But it's us that do the work who always seem to have to pay

They never had to worry that their wages aren't enough

To pay the bills that must be paid all the other stuff

Like clothes for school and making sure the kids are getting fed

And how to pay the rent to keep a roof over their heads

No! They don't have worry, They know they will get by

As long as us that do the work keep swallowing their lies

It's very sad to say

It's always been the way

But I don't believe it means it's how it has to stay

The day will come when everybody

Gets what they deserve

And the fruits of their hard labour

Go to them that do the work

I'm to admit as far as education goes

I got enough to read and write and count up what I'm owed

But there's one thing that I did learn, that I always keep in mind

That's how to spot a con-man who's trying to rob you blind

The biggest con's the one done by the British ruling class

To make sure us that do the work keep covering their arse

It's very sad to say

It's always been the way

But I don't believe it means it's how it has to stay

The day will come when everybody

Gets what they deserve

And the fruits of their hard labour

Go to them that do the work

We know it's nothing new; it's always been this way

The workers do the work, the rich get richer every day

They say the wealth will trickle down, it hasn't happened yet

They've been saying this for years and still I'm waiting to get wet

The money fills the pockets of the people in control

And us that do the work are meant to do as we are told

It's very sad to say

It's always been the way

But I don't believe it means it's how it has to stay

The day will come when everybody

Gets what they deserve

And the fruits of their hard labour

Go to them that do the work

They bail out the banks, cut spending to the bone

Sell us shares in stuff we thought that we already owned

Blame the immigrants and scroungers, keep beating on the poor

They rake in all the profits and then hide their cash offshore

Count the money not the food banks but the day is gonna come

When us who do the work will make them pay for what they've done

It's very sad to say

It's always been the way

But I don't believe it means it's how it has to stay

The day will come when everybody

Gets what they deserve

And the fruits of their hard labour

Go to them that do the work

It's very sad to say

It's always been the way

But I don't believe it means it's how it has to stay

The day will come when everybody

Gets what they deserve

And the fruits of their hard labour

Here's a thought I'd like to savour

The fruits of their hard labour

Go to them that do the work