The Whole Point Of No Return - The Style Council

The Lords and ladies pass a ruling

That sons and girls go hand in land

From good stock and the best breeding

Paid for by the servile class

Who have been told all lie in state

To bow down forth and face their fate

It’s so easy, so, so easy

All righteousness did build thy arrow

To shoot it straight into their lies

Who would expect the mighty sparrow

Could rid our world of all their kind?

Rising up and taking back

The property of every man

Oh, it’s easy, so, so easy

Rising up to break this thing

From family trees the dukes do swing

Just one blow to scratch the itch

The law’s made for and by the rich

It would be easy, so, so easy