Pawns on your table
j. Brady Pawns On Your Table. This is for you my friend
Shame on your hollow high street houses
all ye banks that rob with keyboard and pen.
You that steal the precious wealth of our nation,
... every corrupt politician is surely your best friend.
You thought our pensions were pawns on your table,
a lifetimes work at the mercy of your shallow whim.
while you wined and dined on our future
and worked off your excess in your gym.
You gambled on our childrens only future
for they must mend all you plunder and break.
show me the bank that thinks about giving
and i'll show you how they rob and they take.
You have no cosept of life thats worth living
except meaningless pictures that hang on your wall.
But your kingdom of gold it now crumbles,
soon your illusions of grandure may fall.
So pray for the hope in the minds of our children,
who'll work hard to win back the fortunes you've lost.
they'll dream of an honest and fair dealing tomorrow
and someday forget what really was the cost.