Anything that you want
Can be yours if you pay the right price
Selling your soul
For some mortar and bricks
Just another way to get your kicks
Horror down every street
With your kids underneath your wing
While your 4X4 tank
Destroys their future
At least you can say you did your thing
At least you can say that
I had my life
Bursting with empty pride
And the dollar signs in our eyes
Paying lip service
To our Third World Brethren
Keeps us happy in our heaven
Fighting for every scrap
Of the riches that we have left
Expectations so weak and feeble
As the old and the hungry freeze to death
At least you can say that
I had my life
And this is your Life
Whose life do you lead well certainly not your own if you still believe that everything that you own will be yours forever
Just consider yourself and take a good look round at your personal wealth that they let you have and hold thinking your so clever
Denial
Those that starve and die die because we live the lie that everything that we have we deserve through our sweat and labour
The simple truth is that you and I scavenge on the lives and dignity of those who die and that wealth becomes our God and Saviour
If you already fulfill the criteria of house and kids and car and career they already own you mind body and soulno need to fear no revolution here they control every action each thought you express and the petty pathetic lifestyle you choosecan be fed ad finitum to calm any distress
