Julie did three years' trade school I served my apprenticeship time We made a modest living, but we were upstaged Because computers don't strike or need holidays Our parents ate bread and dripping Stole wood from the park to keep warm We're eating by the heater in threadbare jeans Brown rice and kerosene Life wasn't meant to be impossible Spare us the indignity Two cheers for progress, reason denied Whitewash and platitudes are all I can find Our parents ate bread and dripping Stole wood from the park to keep warm The cupboard's bare, all we can share's Brown rice and kerosene Sometimes I think about co*ktails Update Molotov's recipe Forget the gravel ballast and stink of benzene Use rice and kerosene A major change of scene Like 1917 With people before machines