All but Name

It's 'zero-hours', it's cuts and bombs And I'm afraid there's so much more to come They're drilling shale, your doctor fled That education means a lifelong fight with debt And May, she's on the rob Like Dave and George, the Queen and God An old and traitorous plot To wear us down and rip us off It's just the same every time they make their plays They take away our freedom with some moral masquerade I lie awake from dreams of things to come "Are we all slaves then, Da?" In all but name, my son All but name my son... all... but... name, my son There's burning towers, folk with no home If you're in crisis? Well, a cell is where you'll go But they'll bail out bankers, and, no tax for mates Steal meals from children, while they ride the gravy train 'Cos May, she's on the rob Like Dave and George, the Queen and God An old and traitorous plot To keep us down and rip us off It's just the same every time they make their plays They take away our freedom with some moral masquerade I lie awake from dreams of things to come "Are we all slaves then, Da?" In all but name, my son All but name, my son... all... but... name, my son