To the tune of the Red Flag
The British people sleeping sound, while Tories wreck stuff all around
With cuts in pay and benefits, Everybody’s in a fix.
We need to wake and say aloud, There’s strength when we are in a crowd,
The rich know where the money went, And we’re the ninety-nine percent.
The one percent, perhaps you’ve heard Owns half the riches in the world,
They’ve banks and land and property, There’s not much left for me,
But why should any corporation Take from the people of this nation.
The rich think they are heaven sent, But we’re the ninety-nine percent.