Tyrants And Peasants

It's about how in the U.K. we seem so desperate to give money to those who don't really need it- i.e. corporations who'll take their wealth, etc elsewhere anyway- and how we seem so keen to punish people for being poor and needy

Grey skies coat my country in gloom
And only the poor can get poorer here
Leeches run during the bust and feed during the boom
Tyrants in ivory towers delude themselves
That they’re making a positive difference

‘Us and them’ and sneers all around
It’s the workhouse or the streets for you
Deluded folk separate from a criminal underclass
It’s sorrows or a hole in the ground
Through no fault of their own forced to endure

We’re travelling backwards in time
Bang the drum against the poor
And as we look through history
I see no signs of a change

Fattened men in tattered suits make a profit on slavery
Work for us for nothing or die with the rest
Justice for all or those who can afford it
They tell us to consider how we’re blessed
How lucky we are to keep them here

We’re all sheep in need of a tyrant
A vague picture painted of youth
It’s a dark order or a country running riot
Hand our money to the latter day lords
But it’ll make no difference at all

We’re travelling backwards in time
Bang the drum against the poor
And as we look through history
I see no signs of a change

The End

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