Up to date Lyrics: "The Day You Sold Your Soul"
I've been rewriting the final verse every week as the saga develops.


The Day You Sold Your Soul Music and lyrics ©Jack Warshaw 2019


You read it in the papers, you watched it on TV
You followed it on Twitter, repeated endlessly
A simple little slogan, it read "Take back control"
You thought you cast your vote, but you really sold your soul
                                                   
You sold away your freedoms that sweat and tears have won
You sold your children's birthright for tens of years to come
You sold a wealth of nations, joined in harmony
For lies and empty promises that can never come to be

Now they show true colours, hauled up on the mast
Stand up for Queen and country, marching forward- to the past
Soaring prices, lower wages, your money sunk to hell
Hurry to the auction 'till there's nothing left to sell

The beggars' bowl is brought before the bandits at the gate
Hoping stupid Uncle Sam will make Britannia great
A power-hungry President wears a twisted grin
The victor gets the spoils, you've been hooked and rooked again.

Now Bozo and the billionaires still defend the fraud
They've already moved their cash to safer shores abroad
They tell you "It's the people's will," while they bleed you dry
And never give a damn if you live or how you die.

So, merry old Britannia, what will become of thee?
Will you stand for rule of law and uphold democracy?
Will our people come together, rise up and take control?
And break the band of Bozos who've come to claim your soul?

You read it in the papers, you watched it on TV
You followed it on Twitter, repeated endlessly
A simple little slogan, it read "Take back control"
The day you cast your vote, was the day you sold your soul.