Ghost

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie,
She's gone, gone, gone.
The wicked witch is dead now ...
Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
Society has crumbled
like she promised us it would.
The poor and old are humbled
and greed's considered good.
We're judged on what we own,
and not on what we give.
If you don't own your home
you'll have nowhere else to live.
There's no power for the workers
when they come to take our jobs.
The unemployed are 'shirkers',
and our kids are labelled 'yobs'.
Where there was enjoyment
she let there be Despair.
Where there's unemployment
there's nobody to care.
Where there once were factories,
Where there once were pits,
Where there were communities ...
all shattered now to bits.
So don't go out and celebrate,
and let's not raise a toast,
'cause on my street and your estate
walks Margaret Thatcher's ghost.