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Lionel Limiñana, David Menke, Oliver Howlett, The Limiñanas - Snatcher
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Menke
David Menke
Performer
Oliver Howlett
Oliver Howlett
Performer
The Limiñanas
The Limiñanas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lionel Limiñana
Lionel Limiñana
Composer
David Menke
David Menke
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Menke
David Menke
Producer
The Limiñanas
The Limiñanas
Producer

Lyrics

Maggie Thatcher, about to snatch ya from the cradle of normality
Wishing you had the chance to get off your arse
But you're on the dole and suffering in the darkest hole with no future in sight
You fight, but the iron fist clamps tighter
Squeezing out your last breath as you're gasping for life
Fuck the bankers, wanking over their piles of cash
Snorting their stash of coke with rolled up freshly printed 20 pound notes
Taking a toke of the industrial workers' sweat and blood as they go up in smoke
Brand spanking new colour TVs for the VCs
The rest of the country's on its knees, struggling to make ends meet
Our communities used to function, but now walls of small towns fall down into destruction
Sons and daughters shooting up when they oughta be choosing life
They're lambs to the slaughter, as the butcher with the carving knife cuts deeper and turns out the lights
Your racist police on the streets can't help but search these kids who just wanna be left in peace
Surviving like rats in cages, scavenging on whatever there is to eat
The workers fight for their rights, their wives by their side on the picket lines
These women are stronger than you'll ever be
Instead you're conning the masses with your fake austerity
You're trying to be ruthless, but the truth is out and you're useless with nowhere to hide
You're not fooling anyone!
Your string of pearls hidden away in your gold encrusted jewellery box
Paid for with the money you'd stolen, forbidden to be seen when the cameras were rollin'
You say we're the enemy, but you're guilty of murder
Feeding your power with the corpses of the men dying at your feet with zero chance of retreat
You say you're not for turning so like Satan you sentence us to an eternity at the fiery gates where we're eternally burnin'
You say democracy will prevail, but if that were true you'd spend a thousand years in jail, or tied up at the stake for your crimes against humanity
Written by: David Menke, Lionel Limiñana
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