Super Mum: Another Working Class Hero
She’s got two part time jobs
and works her fingers to the bone
a single mum with no support from him
but she made that house a home.
Empty promises of child support
to help to feed her pack
every bloke she’s ever known’s
always fucked off and turned their back.
She doesn’t feel resentment
she never has the time
if she gets an hour to herself each day
she swears that she’ll be fine.
Her life’s always a struggle
and money’s always tight
she often uses door step lenders
for a loan to see her right
exploiters of the working class
corrupters of the poor
however ruined she may be
they’ll keep on offering more.
She's a regular at the cash converter
where she pawns the kids’ playstation
a monthly embarrasment faced
within this sorry situation
her gas and electric run on meters
and both have large arrears
she’ll have it all paid back eventually
but it’s gonna take her years
now she’s back in the emergency
and there’s nothing in the tank
there's no money left for shopping
so she's forced to use the food bank
life wouldn’t be this way
if the class divide was thinner
struggling to be both parents
and the sole bread winner
she’s living hand to mouth
firmly fixed in poverty
modern day Britain imitating
a Dickensian tragedy.
This aint a tale of two cities
but a story told in every town
though it broke her heart she felt relief
when her eldest got sent down
it’s not because she’s heartless
or because she doesn’t care
but now there’s one less hungry mouth to feed
for the time he spends in there.