I Dont Need This Pressure Ron

<br>What was that bang? it was the next big thing<br><br>Exploding over our heads<br><br>And soon the next generation<br><br>Will emerge from behind the bike sheds<br><br>What are we going to offer them? <br><br>The exact same thing as before<br><br>But a different way to wear it<br><br>And the promise of a whole lot more<br><br><br><br>Oh, pity the pressures at the top,<br><br>The tantrums and the tears<br><br>And the sound of platinum cash tills<br><br>Ringing in their ears<br><br>Money maketh man a tory<br><br>Dont fire that assumption at me<br><br>I like toast as much as anyone<br><br>But not for breakfast, dinner, and tea<br><br><br><br>So dont saddle me with your ideals<br><br>And spare me all your guilt<br><br>For a poet with all the answers<br><br>Has never yet been built<br><br><br><br>I see no shame in putting my name<br><br>To socialisms cause<br><br>Nor seeking some more relevance<br><br>Than spotlight and applause<br><br>Neither in the name of conscience<br><br>Nor the name of charity<br><br>Money is put where mouths are<br><br>In the name of solidarity<br><br><br><br>We sing of freedom<br><br>And we speak of liberation<br><br>But such chances come<br><br>But once a generation<br><br>So Ill ignore what I am sure<br><br>Were the best of your intentions<br><br>You are judged by your actions<br><br>And not by your pretensions<br><br><br><br>There is drudgery in social change<br><br>And glory for the few<br><br>And if you dont tell me what not to say<br><br>I wont tell you what not to do