Accidental Anarchist

It's a dirty road
England's pleasant land
Work the streets and clubs
For some cash in hand
You're paying when you're staying
And taxed where you stand
Pennies disappearing
In all the slight of hand

The holes in your pocket
Get bigger every day
Falling down in to them
Wasting away
A well trodden path
Where dignity fades
Unravelling all the way

Love heal us
How deep our cuts
Who can you trust
When you're out of luck
You lift me up
We're going underground
Shouting so loud that we'll be found

So did you come to look over
Or pushed to the edge
Slipped between the stones
And off that narrow ledge
Identity unknown at the cash machine
Another blank on the page
Wiped off the screen

Accidental anarchist
This the final payment
Struck into the wilderness
By council waged assailants
Sound a cry of breaking glass
That echoes through the overpass
If you fall I'll pick you up
And then we'll go again