Kitty - I think most of my songs are more social comment than overtly political, although the current shower in power have pulled me a bit in that direction. As explained at Sidmouth the "everyman" is a historical ref and can be taken as gender inclusive as in the American ""you guys".

Not got round to recording this yet:-

Ye Greedy Bastards All!
1.Oh come ye greedy bastards all, oh let your tale be told,
Of how ye came into the land, in far off days of old,
To build your castles strong, and hide behind their walls,
To take the best, to feather the nests of greedy bastards all.

2. We worked upon your stubborn soil, to plough and sow and reap,
You stole the forests and the fields, and made them yours to keep,
Like cattle we were bought and sold, while you grew fat and tall,
Our purpose but to fill the gut of greedy bastards all.

Ye greedy bastards all, ye greedy bastards all,
Time to sing of Captain Swing, Wat Tyler and Jack Straw,
And when will everyman be invited to the ball,
And cease his toil and share the spoils with greedy bastards all.

3. You took us from the land, and put us on your mighty wheels,
Eternity upon the treadmill of your wretched mills,
With political economy to demonise the poor,
Who pay the dues and turn the screws for greedy bastards all.

4. Now revolutions came and went, our hopes are all but passed,
Yet still that hydra grows its heads behind its walls of glass,
High up on your balcony, your pride will stand no fall,
Still pissing on the peasants, ye greedy bastards all!

Ye greedy bastards all, ye greedy bastards all,
Time to sing of Captain Swing, Wat Tyler and Jack Straw,
And when will everyman be invited to the ball,
And cease his toil to share the spoils with greedy bastards all.

5. Now dressed up in your finest suits, you stand in serried ranks,
Your judges call for prison walls for the man who robs the bank,
But the banks that rob the man are protected by your laws,
All hail the global mafia of greedy bastards all!

6. We all vote for that rainbow's end, with its pot of gold,
Yet still the markets call the tune, as dreams are bought and sold,
And those starlings in the garden fly away before the fall,
And Robin Hood drowns in the flood of greedy bastards all.

Ye greedy bastards all, ye greedy bastards all,
Time to sing of Captain Swing, King Arthur and Jack Straw,
And when will everyman be invited to the ball,
And cease his toil to share the spoils with greedy bastards all.