The shops have all been boarded up
Apart from one, and thats
The Blooming Undertakers
its got one of those mats
Rubber, with those bits
that get all wedged up in your shoes
The year is 20-25
And there is no time to lose

The Supermarkets took out every
single shop there was
Foods,The Chemists,Travel, White Goods
just because
Then prices went up horribly
and choice went down the drain
Nanotech genetics it did things
to the brain

We forgot about the small shops
Organic and Fair trade
The pioneers with funny ears
They never made the grade
Now the poor thats most of us
The Order Baron rules
The Leadership sold us the chip
And treat us all as fools

We've all been chipped and biometricated
from the start
Fingerprinted, microwaved
and have a monkey's heart
We've all got radio collars
and blue chips in our ears
I am 82 years old
And Gordon Brown's in tears

He's just lost the election
And a robot took his seat
The war on Terrors raging still
Even down our street
We're all slaves to the Leadership
no time to relax
In 10 years, I'll get my pension
thats just been, confirmed by Fax