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Devlin, community
And one's for all the characters
That have forgotten at the present time

I for the jobless
That have been made
That got four kids
And know how to fund them

Ever the wife and the husband
Both lost their jobs at the office in
Now they financially trapped
Now are locked with the in a dingy old dungeon

Take this young of two
on and the government
Says that his family are

like, "Damn man
We got a penny or a pound"
Let alone for milk
And nappies and trainers and

He got taken off site 'cause cheaper
To pay Europeans to in numbers
How's he gonna take of his younger's

I for the people
Let down by a
And left in the streets where it's
Little kids
By knives and needles

I for the people
Let down by a
And left on the where it's evil
outcast, cold, tired and feeble

I represent for the
Let by a nation
More in war and invasion
When are sleeping at railway stations

No home or
They wish they could phone mummy
To put a hot meal in tummy
So at when the temperature drops
I'm you remember what you got

These go home to a cardboard box
the soul survivors
Warming hands
With their flickering flame of their
All life they've been frightened

On the with their head down
Knowing down inside
they've really been let down
By a country that's
And I mankind was supposed to be civil

I for the people
Let down by a
And in the streets where it's evil
kids surrounded
By and heroin needles

I represent for the
Let by a nation
And left on the where it's evil
Community outcast, cold, tired and

I represent single mums, all on their own
to put food in the mouths of her two sons
And the fathers gone, there's no flow
of income

But just the way it is
She fifteen needles
Pushing her pram on the way to the
And this is where Brown
safe to live and raise kids

She finds her way out of the
With two in a pram
And a rip and a in her top
She to sign on
Just to the little she's got

For her kids
They'll never seen a decent
But they can and they'll sleep tonight
They've hung out and left to dry
The kids are in bed, left to cry

I for the people
Let down by a
And left in the streets where evil
Little kids
By knives and needles

I for the people
Let by a nation
And left on the streets it's evil
outcast, cold, tired and feeble

I represent for the old folk that live
No or kids at home
And all he wants is to speak to
But nobody to phone

Sits at in the dark, no electric
Since his wife passed, he can't it
He feels isolated,
And now his council infested

So he to the shop for his papers
With his and he falls in the mud
The people him all pulled him up
But to him just a reminder

old and he's weak with no one to love
I sees clouds up
bad day in the diary
An old man one of
Killed by society, quietly

I for the people
Let down by a
And left in the streets where evil
kids surrounded
By knives and heroin

I for the people
Let down by a
And left on the where it's evil
Community outcast, cold, tired and

I represent for the
Let by a nation
And in the streets where it's evil
kids surrounded
By knives and heroin

I for the people
Let down by a
And left on the streets it's evil
Community outcast, cold, and feeble