Fat Cat top executives
Their salaries
have gone up 4000%
in 30 years
Greed and pure self interest
Has driven it
But the workers in that period
their fears
Have been justified
for actually,that same period
Their wages only rose
300%
No wonder it is hard to
keep that old wolf from the door
And why the rich and powerful
are contentThe Bankers really have carved out
their monumental rise
Banksters is a
brilliant term
For it heralds our demise
Piss takers and the Govenment
underestimates
How angry it has made us feel
and how it abrogates
Any feeling we had had for them
Respect its disappeared
Discordance in abundance
Which might be seen as weird
But of course our living standards
Have been coming under fire
We’ve had to bail the bastards out
And now some just retire
On astronomic pay out’s and bonuses
so great
These Cognac swigging pocket filling
arse oles we don’t rate
Inflation, extra taxes
our pensions, knocked sideways
Scraping by on cherry pie
No wonder Britain’s going down the tubes
We know now why
Austerity is for the working classes
Whilst the 1% are raking in the dough
Chauffeur driven limousines and bullion in their safes
Up to our eyes in debit as well you know
Their arrogance apparently is massive
We’re their serfs they bark at us and we
Must run around like blue arsed flies
Winking at them with both eyes
And working till we drop down on our knee
Once upon a time Britian was known as great
Now Obama shouts and we are there
We went into Libya and bombed it back to the stone age
And of course that action it was seen as fair
thousands on the bread line,roads like the 3rd world
People living in the streets, our cluster bombs were hurled
Into streets in Libya and Afghanistan oh! we
can kill innocent civilians thats done so easily
Each shell, each missile costs the earth
but thats okay, no sweat
We’re up to our eyes in overdrafts the bankers yea their set
To cream off all the profits and us well we can go
And get ourselves a flu jab or fall over in the snow
Cos the pavements won’t get salted, no money in the pot
There’s enough to pay the Bankers Oh yea that much they’ve got
Enough to tear down buildings miles and miles away
But back here extra money for the servants
they won’t pay
A New World Order occupies their thoughts
so what we do
Is occupy their minds and let them know their clueless too.
Their salaries
have gone up 4000%
in 30 years
Greed and pure self interest
Has driven it
But the workers in that period
their fears
Have been justified
for actually,that same period
Their wages only rose
300%
No wonder it is hard to
keep that old wolf from the door
And why the rich and powerful
are contentThe Bankers really have carved out
their monumental rise
Banksters is a
brilliant term
For it heralds our demise
Piss takers and the Govenment
underestimates
How angry it has made us feel
and how it abrogates
Any feeling we had had for them
Respect its disappeared
Discordance in abundance
Which might be seen as weird
But of course our living standards
Have been coming under fire
We’ve had to bail the bastards out
And now some just retire
On astronomic pay out’s and bonuses
so great
These Cognac swigging pocket filling
arse oles we don’t rate
Inflation, extra taxes
our pensions, knocked sideways
Scraping by on cherry pie
No wonder Britain’s going down the tubes
We know now why
Austerity is for the working classes
Whilst the 1% are raking in the dough
Chauffeur driven limousines and bullion in their safes
Up to our eyes in debit as well you know
Their arrogance apparently is massive
We’re their serfs they bark at us and we
Must run around like blue arsed flies
Winking at them with both eyes
And working till we drop down on our knee
Once upon a time Britian was known as great
Now Obama shouts and we are there
We went into Libya and bombed it back to the stone age
And of course that action it was seen as fair
thousands on the bread line,roads like the 3rd world
People living in the streets, our cluster bombs were hurled
Into streets in Libya and Afghanistan oh! we
can kill innocent civilians thats done so easily
Each shell, each missile costs the earth
but thats okay, no sweat
We’re up to our eyes in overdrafts the bankers yea their set
To cream off all the profits and us well we can go
And get ourselves a flu jab or fall over in the snow
Cos the pavements won’t get salted, no money in the pot
There’s enough to pay the Bankers Oh yea that much they’ve got
Enough to tear down buildings miles and miles away
But back here extra money for the servants
they won’t pay
A New World Order occupies their thoughts
so what we do
Is occupy their minds and let them know their clueless too.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.