[Verse 1]

What does the monarch mean here?

Milk bottles for the starving, we’ve got milk bottles for the starving

And gel caps straight from the black market

So essential, alack, to the NASDAQ market

Who have liquidity purring and halving

Amanda’s deprecated 1.2(%) in value in the time

It takes to walk the estate from her door to Sayed Matthew’s

That’s the offie, offering me what’s embossing me

Propping me and slowly offing me

I don’t make love no more, what could be the point?

Got no hope of future saviour to anoint

Surely have no co regent future of my sheets to appoint

Still for a date I’d give up a month of heat in coins

Will the government pay me to caress my woman again?

Will they relearn me how to love her?

Stretch a twenty quid to the light and kiss it

And kiss thy true monarch

[Pre-Chorus]

Knock 'em up, knock 'em down

Knock 'em up, knock 'em down

[Chorus]

We're the ones that we're working for

[Verse 2]

It’s summer’s eve and I ain’t well; children play police & thieves

The tower that was their ancestry’s own soon to be rubble

There may be free pills (for how long?), but still no water

No gas, no place to see off hope, except to class

My friends cry while they work:

They know not if in relief or

For feeling they can never mean as much

As the emblem upon their worker’s shirt

I wake so close to the morning sky, she could rebuke me

But see, there’s little comfort to be taken from beauty

When I’m closer to the homeless than was my own mother

Sinking though we tried so hard just to be stoneless, but I ain’t hopeless:

My tea calls me, to be eaten on the roof, with the views

Of the proof of the alternative that I’ve sought since youth

I might smoke as if my soul doth escape any one of my wounds

And I might dance as if drunk on the sky’s eyes made to mine

I believe she and I are mated

And by my rhumba on my lame left her inhibitions are left annihilated

And I might marry me the canopy of her lowest airs

And I might challenge her to carry me to our conjugal lair

And I might end up twelve storeys fallen on the public pavement

Was I fated thus for pursuing my love, and so my enslavement?

My agony takes care of itself, then I’m blood

My neighbour washes from the paving

[Post-Chorus]

A neighbour then hung by the same sign

With which our council cradle was laden

“Claimed for reconstruction”