All hail the fellow most fortunate!
May he lord over us with a smile,
Counting his millions and patting our heads,
Eyes glinting with greed all the while
We man the machines and fire the furnaces
Keeping the cogs oiled and turning.
He plots and connives with those of his ilk,
Such avarice sets my soul churning,
Sick to the stomach and bled from the heart,
Observing the world as it passes
Into confusion and just revolution
Freedom from all of these asses
Who think with their pockets, count up the dockets,
Tally the amount they are due
While ordinary folk are broke and feel choked
Doing all they can do.
Working for life we endeavour and strive
Doing our best to go on.
Corporate greed, mismanaged politics
Whistle a more carefree song
Where notes that are played are all out of tune,
Discordant and the world knows.
Observe the illusion, no more confusion,
Sing change, no more hail, overthrow.
They’ll tax you to hell and then back again
But not for the good of the masses.
They operate on a different plain.
Don’t tell me there’re no more classes.
New royalty sits on the throne of theft,
Theft from the world’s rich resources,
Benefits some while others are struggling
For life and one meal from all courses.
Indictment is due, long overdue
Who kills spirit’s desire?
Who robs from the poor and lines their own mattress?
Who dares this? This gun’s for hire.
No bullets here. No violence as such,
Although I might like the chance
To kick all their arses right into touch.
God, I’d do it and dance!
To force them to see that others, that’s we,
Who live in this world and belong,
Care for each other, all our world’s brothers.
Why can’t they sing a new song?
Where health and well-being and happiness child
Fear not each new day dawning
And wonder at how they might go on
As each night rolls on into morning.
Anonymous voices the whole world over
Are rising to make themselves heard.
There are those who must listen, carefully now,
Listen and heed the word.
All religious systems I know of
Speak and preach about love,
Love for all men, so show it.
We all have to answer above.
If not to your god, your creator
Then to karma or maybe a banker.
Get accounts ready to justify self.
Don’t be caught as a wanker
Pleasuring self, ecstatic illusion
But selfish through to the core.
Give love to others, release their orgasm,
I’ve always found that was more
Fulfilling for all. Such divine death,
To know that life has begun
In unity, fruition, climactic contrition,
That’s the song I want to hear sung.