Our brother, Aneurin Bevan, we can feel your pain There is no fun, what will be done On earth, especially in Britain?
Give us this day our daily bread, Save us from losing our free bus passes Forgive us our mistakes as we forgive those who mistake us
We unconsciously wanted the kingdom the power suits and the glory
Forgive us our naivety,
Save us from our own evil Amen
How my heart speaks 