(You know the tune)
Have yourself a Fracking little Christmas,
tremors in the night.
Next year we’ll dismantle all your human rights.
Have yourself a Fracking little Christmas.
Brexit will be fine.
Parliament has taken over, as Divine.
Land you thought might belong to you
will belong to you no more.
Friends, who you thought were close to you,
will walk by you and ignore.
Homeless, fracked and without any healthcare,
“Work will make you free.”
Shareholders are rubbing golden hands with glee.