So here we are, so here we are Siding our puddle in the abattoirYeah, so here we are, so here we are Siding our puddle in the abattoirWith all the wealth that never trickled down It's just crude and stagnant boozeStinking out feed and thread needle street And all the public schoolsYeah, so here we are, so here we are Floating along with the ChancellorYeah, so here we are, so here we are Floating along with the ChancellorSneering at the kids at the soup kitchen With an unholy stench at his heelsOn his way to the city And a lifetime of free mealsYeah, and when he's gone, and when he's gone They'll name something after himYeah, and when he's gone, and when he's gone They'll name something after himA museum or a library Or maybe a starIf there were any justice It would be in an abattoirwww.mooji.org