This is for the pupils in school with no attention span/ And the teachers that know that and scrap the lesson plan/ For the people who fought bureaucracy and lost/ Trying to help their fellow man when people were yelling, “stop”/ For the red tape cutters and the rule benders/ Sometimes you’ve gotta play red light roulette with your fuel sensor/ Just to get a bit further than they tell you you can/ Get your head out the sand but don’t walk around like the elephant man/ With your head in a blan…ket you’re a human, go and tell ‘em your plan/ And if you don’t have one help someone you believe in/ Even, if the end result is not achievement/ Barely time to breathe in before the time flies/ Life is a sci-fi but we don’t have 5 lives/ Or a couple of continues so that we can come back/ And have another crack at the big boss and all his crap/ But there’ll be, wins and losses every walk of life/ And if you hide from the failure life’s short and shite/ Better facing your fears cos there’s more to fight/ If you can’t make the world better make Yorkshire right// CHORUS We just move forward we don’t move back/ …We don’t do that/ If’ya don’t help Yorkshire then don’t move back/ …We don’t do that/ We don’t cut corners to make you cash/ …We don’t do that/ We don’t take orders or take your crap…/ …We don’t do that// West Yorkshire is the place, and it’s cold and it rains/ But we know the terrain, it’s God’s own, and they’re saying/ They wanna frack it and destroy it and then keep the profit/ Chemicals will leak across it, we need to stop it/ Cos: London sees the North as a faeces deposit/ Let’s see how they do when tides rise and leave ‘em bobbin/ But for now they’ll cut our flood defence budget and wonder/ Why the very next year we’re a couple feet under/ We suffer in winter, and we suffer in summer/ And we suck up to the rich cos of a couple of numbers/ Electronically stored on databases like they can’t erase it/ And replace it and say it’s gone without a trace and they sit/ And watch the world collapse in the lap of luxury/ While the rest of us riot, loot and become a bunch of thieves/ Over a trap we put ourselves in, grafting for the selfish/ Exchanging cash for basics and the crap we put on shelving/ Crack on getting back to what actually makes us healthy/ But they’ll tell you: don’t do that, you’ll do yourself in// CHORUS How can you have cash for nuclear submarines/ But cut health services cos there’s not enough for me?/ Where’s the money coming from to pay for defence/ When there’s a housing shortage? It doesn’t make any sense/ For £350 mill we can renovate the palace/ For unknown quantities of gas we can rape the planet/ I’m a remoaner and a lefty, a socialist scum/ Fuck the Times, Express, Telegraph, Mail and the Sun/ Contributions are the problem with politics/ The side with the most golden handshakes has gotta win/ The right fight for corporations , the left for little people/ 7 in 10 MPs are millionaires, are we equal?/ “Do you want unsuccessful people to run the country?”/ Do you count inheritance as success you numpty?/ Privilege is quickly forgotten by those that have it/ Like, people on benefits are morose and savvy/ But what’s the difference between a government propping you up/ And your parents bailing you out often enough?/ I can’t lie, I’ve wanted for nothing/ I shouldn’t have to feel guilty that I’ve not really suffered/ But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be responsible/ When hospitals and hostels are shut down to cut the costs where possible it’s horrible/ I need to get in gear, we could all do some more good/ For those that are fighting – keep moving forward// CHORUS