They say that we should get in shape

And learn to take it on the chin,

Stiffen our sinews, grit our teeth;

‘Believe it, brothers, you can’t win’.

 

They say there is no difference

Between righteousness and sin;

‘It could just be that might is right’,

They tell you with their trademark grin.

 

They say we have our work cut out

Just to protect our kith and kin;

Support for us is withering,

As promises land in the bin.

 

They say we’ll get no further help ,

So we should sign and save our skin;

For, when our friends have gone, they add,

It makes most sense if we give in.