Every day, the Zombies are coming out of their homes,
Running around, wondering if it will get them anywhere.
They are stuck in damp houses, stuck on the Rental market,
Doors are slammed in their faces, they will never own a home.
The inflation is rising endlessly,
Mocking their ridiculously low-paid jobs.
Slaving away, they are edging towards mental illness.
Their country is going downhill but Osborne says Recovery is happening.
When the Zombies are coming home,
Their children are not bubbly anymore.
Ofsted is taking over their mummies,
And their parents are about to split on a row over an unchanged nappy.