once upon a time

THE MAN AT THE DOOR

THE MAN AT THE DOOR

Wait a moment; it's only a man at the door.
Has he got a notebook in his hand? Yes.
Why would it instill such fear in you.
Because he's here for money I don't have.
You're kidding I thought you worked two jobs.

I do but two jobs- don't make any difference.
In this plastic society we pay the interest, and still
We cannot make enough to pay the man at the door.
It's his notebook I fear, all my rent arrears stored in there.
The child and I shall have to get out of here, can't pay my way.
Man at the door only doing his job its self seeking landlords
Between them and the plastic bankers we live in fear.

Our life today is to work, work and pay we live in penury.
Working class of today have no champions to defend them.
The governments took our unions, the manufactures took our jobs.
And we the people stand back, whilst the man at door knocks away,
The stepping stones that made up our life, home and country sold
To the east, they to will become shredded people,
 that one day shall have to fear
The man at the door.


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