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Thatcher F****d the Kids

Frank Turner
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Whatever  happened to childhood?
We're  all scared of the kids in our neighboorhood
They're  not small, charming and harmless,
 They're a violent  bunch of bastard  little shits.
And  anyone who looks younger than me
Makes  me check for my wallet, my phone and my keys,
And  I'm tired of being tired out
 Always being  on the lookout  for thieving gits.
 We're all wondering  how we ended  up so scared
 We spent ten  long years teaching  our kids not to care
 And that "there's no  such thing as society"  anyway,
 And all the rich  folks act surprised
 When all sense  of community dies,
 But you just closed  your eyes to the other  side of all  the things that she did.
Thatcher  fucked the kids.
 And it seems  a little bit rich to me,
 The way the rich  only ever talk of charity
 In times  like the seventies, the broken down economy
 Meant even  the upper tier  was needing some help.
 But as soon  as things look brighter,
 Yeah the grin  gets wider and the grip gets tighter,
 And for every  teenage tracksuit mugger
 There's a guy  in a suit who wouldn't lift  a finger for anybody else.
 We're all wondering  how we ended  up so scared
 We spent ten  long years teaching  our kids not to care
 And that "there's no  such thing as society"  anyway,
 And all the rich  folks act surprised
 When all sense  of community dies,
 But you just closed  your eyes to the other  side of all  the things that she did.
Thatcher  fucked the kids.
 You've got a generation  raised on the welfare  state,
 Enjoyed  all its benefits and did  just great,
 But as soon  as they were settled as the richest  of the rich,
 They kicked  away the ladder, told the rest of us that life's a bitch.
 And it's no  surprise that all  the fuck-ups
 Didn't  show up until the kids  had grown up.
 But when no  one ever smiles or ever helps  a stranger,
 Is it any  fucking wonder our society's  in danger of collapse?
 So all  the kids are bastards,
 But don't  blame them, yeah, they learn by example.
 Blame the folks  who sold the future for the highest bid
 That's right,  Thatcher  fucked the kids.

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Readable chord sheet for Thatcher F****d the Kids by Frank Turner

[E]Whatever happened to childhood?
[A]We're all scared of the kids in our neighboorhood
[C#m]They're not small, charming and harmless,
They're a [F#]violent bunch of ba[A]stard little sh[E]its.
[E]And anyone who looks younger than me
[A]Makes me check for my wallet, my phone and my keys,
[C#m]And I'm tired of being tired out
Always b[F#]eing on the loo[A]kout for thieving gi[E]ts.

We're all wo[A]ndering how we en[B]ded up so sc[F#m]ared
We spent ten[A] long years teach[B]ing our kids not to c[F#m]are
And that "there's [A]no such thing as so[B]ciety" any[F#m]way,
And all the r[A]ich folks act surpr[E]ised
When all se[A]nse of community d[E]ies,
But you just cl[A]osed your eyes to the o[E]ther side of a[F#m]ll the things that she d[A]id.
[B]Thatcher fucked the k[E]ids.

And it s[E]eems a little bit rich to me,
The way the r[A]ich only ever talk of charity
In ti[C#m]mes like the seventies, the broken down economy
Meant [F#]even the upper t[A]ier was needing some h[E]elp.

But as s[E]oon as things look brighter,
Yeah the g[A]rin gets wider and the grip gets tighter,
And for e[C#m]very teenage tracksuit mugger
There's a g[F#]uy in a suit who wouldn't li[A]ft a finger for anybody e[E]lse.

We're all wo[A]ndering how we en[B]ded up so sc[F#m]ared
We spent ten[A] long years teach[B]ing our kids not to c[F#m]are
And that "there's [A]no such thing as so[B]ciety" any[F#m]way,
And all the r[A]ich folks act surpr[E]ised
When all se[A]nse of community d[E]ies,
But you just cl[A]osed your eyes to the o[E]ther side of a[F#m]ll the things that she d[A]id.
[B]Thatcher fucked the k[E]ids.

You've got a g[C#m]eneration raised on the wel[Ab]fare state,
En[A]joyed all its benefits and d[E]id just great,
But as s[F#m]oon as they were settled as the ric[C#m]hest of the rich,
They kic[A]ked away the ladder, told the rest of us that life's a bi[B]tch.
And it's [C#m]no surprise that a[Ab]ll the fuck-ups
Di[A]dn't show up until the k[E]ids had grown up.
But when n[F#m]o one ever smiles or ever h[C#m]elps a stranger,
Is it a[A]ny fucking wonder our soc[B]iety's in danger of coll[E]apse?

So a[E]ll the kids are bastards,
But d[A]on't blame them, yeah, they learn by example.
Blame the f[C#m]olks who sold the future for the highest bid
That's r[F#]ight, Th[A]atcher fucked the ki[E]ds.

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