Discontent
Sick of being poor
Pushing forty can't afford
To buy a roof and four walls
Dreaming impossible dreams
The one where I can live inside my means
But my means leave me feeling worthless digging my own grave with them on my back
At your beck and call
Wishing for some kind of pay back
Forced into the welfare system
Turn your nose up at me judging my vision
I'm doing all I can to turn this ship around
While men in their suits sip drinks and talk as if they know to other men in gowns
Cutting from the bottom and piling it up top
The system is a glorified toupee
Comb it over cover the bald spots
No one will care about the piles of bodies rising in high rises
Property prices going sky high and
Banks relieved of high levy taxes
But you're screwed by the system
As soon as you're in it
Trapped and funnelled into a jobless (dream killing) meat market
Telling me to get a job won't fix it
I work ninety hours a week and barely earn a biscuit
While everyone around me is getting paid
My hourly rate is less than a 50s milk maid
I'd be fooling myself if I thought you cared
That I'm spreading myself thinner to make sure no one's spared
Pushing your agenda
Pulling out of unions that benefit ya
Empty shelves and economy crashes
Got them Speed buying Christmas like its toilet roll stashes
Rolling on from one disaster to the next
Without cracking a sweat or thinking about the consequence
Leaving us feeling like scum
Lower than low
Hopeless worthless raga bone
But I gotta fit in to the ideals that are forced around my neck
Pushed down my throat
To keep my children well enough fed
I gotta choke on the reality of these choices
And the consequences of all the actions
Galloping over me like horses
Ridden by the toffee nosed
Privileged in blue
With no idea how to make it work
For the best for me and you
Breeding greed and selfish ambition
Got me thinking if I had a few million
I wouldn't want your filthy paws on it
Clawing away and taking my earnings
To spray up the wall on your Manor house furnishings
We'd end up sharing some offshore tax haven loop
dodge the bullet of the mess you've made with your bumbling office of buffoons
While you watch us burn from a yacht bobbing on a sea of discontent
We'll be sinking on this climate changed planet living in tents paying your pyramid scheme taxes
Until its teeth and nails in this bullshit praxis