Still life

Noel and Liam have still not made up

And it looks like the millers will never win the cup Theresa is still in number ten And not much has changed since Maggies den We are still plagued with mass unemployment Far too many are becoming insolvent Everywhere people sleeping on the street Too many families with nothing to eat Still we can't bridge the north south divide People still wait for a ticket to ride The NHS has been brought to it's knees With nobody there to answer the pleas With cuts to police force crime will Be rife And everyone lives on the edge of a knife Will we ever get out of this rut And wear the boot on the other foot The Sun makes its fortune from pedaling lies As little by little our economy dies And nobody knows what brexit will bring For many alarm bells are starting to ring But from Rotherham to Manchester, Glasgow to Fife As bad as it gets this is still life.