Parasites Cookie/Alan.s.Robinson

Tough times ahead, say the men with all the money
To the children of austerity, in a land of milk and honey
You’ll have to work a little harder, and tighten up your belts
And we’ll look the other way, when your looking for some help
Their penthouses shine, like beacons in the night
As we sink into the darkness, ever further from the light
The shelves bare but for cobwebs, when you look into the larder
And the parasites suck, just a little bit harder.

No time now for sentiment, or brooding on the past
No place for jealousy, of what the rich man has
You need to roll your sleeves up, bend your back and get stuck in
And never raise your voice or fist when your on the street begging
Know your place and hold your tongue, be neither seen nor heard
Just step into the gutter as they pass on the curb
And up above the shinning stars, seem to twinkle just that bit father
And the parasites suck, just a little bit harder.

They’ll be scowling at the dole queues, the lazy dogs without a job
While gentle lubricating, their business wheels and cogs
Condemn the idle masses, that will not seek out work
While doubling up their bonus, and clutching at, their perks
With desperation showing through the hunger in our eyes
And resignation growing, hope packs its bag and flies
Worked into an early grave, or take a bullet if you’d rather
While the parasites just lick their lips and suck a little harder.