To the Ministers of the land
A message by popular demand
From the dirty, unwashed masses
To get up off your collective asses.

The message is we are all quite tight,
And that your obsession with your own fiscal might
Is a focus on growth that is in businesses which are small
Which turns out to be no growth at all.

Oh, there’s robust growth they boast
In businesses that employ 50 at most
But this fact’s correct interpretation
Is it’s growth from wages that are exploitation.

Now these guys that pay the exploitative rate
Are aggravating the funding of the nanny state
With more jobs that short the tax form
As well as the rest of the adult norm.

And so the robust economic growth bit
Is really a tale of this twin deficit
What it is actually is drunken sailor spending
That will certainly take years and years of mending.

The maturing of the baby boom will have the aging cost
While the knowledge economy will prevent us being lost
A theory which has no science at its base
The cheaper route being zero growth is the actual case.

So Ministers get up off your collective asses
And dust off your civic classes
Some basic arithmetic please
Those nanny programs don’t grow on trees.

They’ve got separatists running the government and all
As the politicians remain steadfastly and proudly in denial
That they have shipped out progress, democracy and the public finances
So in turn the electorate has chosen to foreshorten each’s chances.

Here’s another one from about 30 years ago that just came to mind:

Prices rise
Prices rise
Watch them inflate
Watch them inflate

Our system is troublesome and we treat it with respect
And while capitalism itself remains the usual suspect
At creating better jobs it has some talent
And without a good job life is somewhat malevolent.

Now when a great job is created
There’s a whole row below that gets re-mated
A domino effect of people shifting around
Until the knots on thee very worst off are unbound.

This focuses on the bottom most and it will bankrupt them
But this maybe more of a solution than a problem
As the change would be both better wages and a higher tax
While only the most out-of-shape would meet the axe.

Note that the action is quite subtle,
As a great job is gained by this shuttle
And the worst one is all that’s lost,
For a distinct benefit to net system cost.

So this is the vaunted labour mobility
In fact it’s education of people with some ability
While formal schooling now suffers from over investment
Actual on the job training is usually cooled by the unemployment.

The problem with this process is the great national leaders
Have a penchant to be big wheeler dealers
And over immigrate into the market so there’s bottom rot
Thinking it’s capitalism and not them that’ll be caught.

Those worst jobs have a marginal utility that vexes us
But in regard to the high nanny costs they are infectious
And they are the shock absorber of the whole immigration nut
So basically they are as popular as the indolent on their welfare butt.

Dead Prez(Let's Get Free) sings,

throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct, you know how we think

Organize the hood under I Ching banners

Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandanas

F.B.I. spyin on us through the radio antennas

And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin society

With no respect for the people's right to privacy

I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P.

while all you fake niggaz {*UNNNGH*} try to copy Master P

I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live

Bring the power back to the street, where the people live

We sick of workin for crumbs and fillin up the prisons

Dyin over money and relyin on religion for help

We do for self like ants in a colony

Organize the wealth into a socialist economy

A way of life based off the common need

There Is Power In A Union

There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hands of a worker
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand
There is power in a Union

Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for
From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud
War has always been the bosses' way, sir

The Union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers unite
With our brothers and out sisters from many far off lands
There is power in a Union

Now I long for the morning that they realise
Brutality and unjust laws can not defeat us
But who'll defend the workers who cannot organise
When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us?

Money speaks for money, the Devil for his own
Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone
What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child
There is power in a Union

The Union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers unite
With our brothers and out sisters from many far off lands
There is power in a Union.