Construction Work - Retirement
From Public School to University,
A few years as a political aid,
Eventually a safe Party seat,
That's how our leaders are made.
Never served an apprenticeship
Worked on a building site
What the hell makes them think
That they have the right
To decide after a life of labour
I can work well past sixty five:
After years in construction
I'll be lucky just to be alive.
Have they ever used a shovel
Have they ever swung a pick
Climbed up a ladder shouldering
A full hod of house bricks?
No, they just sit in Westminster
That so called democratic farce
Fiddling their expenses and
Growing their great fat arse.
Just a bunch of leeches
Drawing a salary to shirk
While a Civil Servant does
All the real government work.
We don't work nine to five
In a nice warm place
We're outside all the time
With the weather in our face.
And when each day is over
Pull the covers over my head,
After a few pints, to sleep
Exhausted in my rented bed.
No second home for us
Taxpayer subsidised
Just a working mans digs
Bed and two meals supplied.
And each evening contact
With my real home life
A nice little phone chat
With the kids and the wife.
You drink at my expense
In the subsidised house bar
Maybe driven home
In your subsidised car.
So until you've lived my life
Felt your aching muscles on fire
Don't have the gall to tell me
When I can and can't retire.