Thank you f*ck you for the work that you do
Thank you f*ck you your time here is now through
Thank you f*ck you for saving my life
Thank you f*ck you I'm not very nice
We came out on Thursdays we clapped and we cheered
We made you believe that we really cared
You sacrificed everything that you had
But we will still blame you and make you look bad
Bin bags for aprons and faulty face masks
We'll just ignore the requests that you ask
Lockdown rules are flouted by us
Giving out orders no one can trust
UK death count continues to rise
Deflecting the blame away with our lies
Bury the dead take it on the chin
We'll just replace you when the lights go dim
Thank you
Working twelve hours a day
F*ck you
But don't expect any extra pay
Thank you
Cos I know you're dead on your feet
F*ck you
Just trying to make ends meet
Working twelve hours a day
But don't expect any extra pay
Cos I know you're dead on your feet
Just trying to make ends meet
And you can pay to go to work
We'll take away your every perk
Job security taken away
Sold off to the USA
Have you worked out who's to blame?
We don't care we have no shame
Thank you
F*ck you
Thank you
F*ck you
Thank you
F*ck you
Thank you
F*ck you