There's Almost Nothing Left !

There's Almost Nothing Left

Lie upon lie upon lie upon lie,
There's almost nothing left,
There's almost nothing left.

The ambulance races it's course through the night

To get to the victim, to help in their plight.
The sirens the lights, all the trappings of haste.
What now is so vital will soon be deemed waste.
Remember that scanner, that hospital wing,
Your noble community bought everything,
The raffles, the jumble sales, flag days and more,
The proud day the minister opened the door,
Now sold off in silence no press here today,
And where will the money go? No one will say,
You fought for that scanner, that hospital wing,
They took all the glory then took everything,
Consolidate, centralize value for all,
You died as you waited believing it all.
Who did you call to? What did you do?
When the fat they were trimming turned out to be you.

Lie upon lie upon lie upon lie,
There's almost nothing left,
There's almost nothing left.

The home that you scrimp for will never repay,

The money you save for it every day,
Driven by greed of the agent & letter,
The upward inflation means things are now better,
At least that's the nonsense they tell you it means,
As prices go fluttering off with your dreams,
The only home now where you ever may live,
Is the one your folks leave you if it's theirs to give,
Assuming they own it and that it's just you,
Assuming no tax bill lands out of the blue,
Three decades of runaway housing price lists,
No plan for a nation of renters exists,
They haven't the courage to just take the lead,
The quaint dream of home ownership is now dead.

Lie upon lie upon lie upon lie,
There's almost nothing left,
There's almost nothing left.

Your fine representatives, county & town,
Are fighting each other for all that you own,
The coins are thrown down and the scramble begins,
The desperate struggle to empty your bins,
"It's not us that's cut back the service you need",
"The council decided which people to bleed",
"We gave them the capital (less than last year)",
"It's their choice, not ours so no blame over here."
The cowards take refuge, deny what they've done,
While trimming the fat all the way to the bone.

Lie upon lie upon lie upon lie,
There's almost nothing left,
There's almost nothing left.

Their weapons were quality, training the best,
Their superiority would beat the rest,
The World's indignation was soon to be voiced,
The Nazis were crushed and the whole World rejoiced,
It's no good just having what you think is best,
Defence requires numbers to withstand the test,
A periscope popped up off Scotland some said,
We had to ask neighbours to come to our aid,
No aircraft patrolling, no sharp eyes or ears,
Just helplessly open to all our worst fears,
An army of part-time weekenders is cheap,
The Chancellor dictates while ministers sleep,
Our friends will of course hold our hand in our sadness,
To think an alliance would break is just madness,
Our allies today were our enemies once,
We beat them they beat us and onward we dance,
"We'll never need armies like back in the past",
Just hoping the World of the present will last,
Professional soldiers have never been fat,
But now they're trimmed anyway so that is that.

Lie upon lie upon lie upon lie,
There's almost nothing left,
There's almost nothing left.

They predict the future from trends of the past.
Each generation has drawn up its own graphs.
The country that gave the whole World the iron rail,
Has torn up so much of it's own that they fail,
Each village each hamlet remembers the train,
That carried them everywhere and back again,
But Government meddling disguised as control,
And lack of investment had taken it’s toll,
With debts and liabilities right off the scale,
They set about tearing up miles of rail,
Five thousand or more were then thrown on the heap,
And little stations too much trouble to keep,
Like scorched earth they ripped up all trace of the track,
It’s far too expensive to put it all back,
They thought there'd be plenty of room on the roads,
Those same roads now grid-locked with juggernaut loads,
Folks back then didn't go in much for motors,
But people who used the branch lines were all voters,
The commuters are gone from the derelict stations,
And freight cannot run on the lines that were taken,
Surviving lines charge more than any should pay,
And everyone else sits in tail-backs all day,
"Don't build no more roads and don't make them more wide,
'cos people will just buy more cars on the side",
There's nearly a car now for any that want one,
Beyond that it matters not how far it’s gone,
The total upon the road cannot long climb,
Unless the more clever drive two at a time,
They're making the same mistake holding on fast,
Predicting the future from trends of the past.

Lie upon lie upon lie upon lie,
There's almost nothing left,
There's almost nothing left.