Eyjafjallajökull I - Dark Skies
by Deal With It· from Eyjafjallajökull
The beast it cometh down
Dark skies surround
Shadows of Thatcher hang heavy
In the high rise grime of our fair land
Faced with irrelevance
You set your morals free
Return to those black times
The Iron Lady's legacy
We're Condemned
As they smile to the cameras
Licking blood from their teeth
Talk of all this hardship
Burdened on those that deserve it least
Dark skies and earthly portent
No one can leave, nothing will fly
An iron age of austerity
Empty high streets and closed down industry
Sins of the rich handed down to the poor
Shirt from my back but still they want more
Sitting here with my head in my hands
Treated like a stranger in my own land
Time to put the sun away
I think dark skies are here to stay