(to the tune of Greensleeves)
1 Alas ATOS they do me wrong,
To treat me so robotically,
I was down and out, they stopped my dole,
I’m sick and homeless, in poverty.
(Chorus)
ATOS said they really care,
When statistics is all they want for their boss,
ATOS said they’re truly fair,
When all that concerns them is profit and loss.
2 They called me in for an interview
Where two flights of stairs blocked my wheelchair
But ATOS said I was fit for work
It was my fault I couldn’t get there
3 My doctors said that grief and abuse
Had caused me to be clinically depressed
But ATOS said I was fit for work
As long as sometimes I could get dressed.
4 I showed them my appointment card
For last-ditch chemotherapy
But ATOS said I was fit for work
If before I died I could bend my knee
5 But my friend witnessed the interview
And there’s a tape which will reveal
That ATOS isn’t fit for work
In evidence ready for my appeal
Lyrics by Oliver Swingler and Making Waves Community Choir
Based in Cullercoats, near Newcastle