Downmarket

I stacked my cards against salvation
Put my life in dirty hands
Burned my clothes and jumped the border
Into some broken promised land

And this whole world’s a competition
We’re all fighting to the end
With not a soul above suspicion
Of my position to defend

These are the spoils of evolution
This is the wisdom that prevailed
This is the history we’ve chosen
Tried and tested, broke and failed

But unrelenting of momentum
The mercenaries marching on
So what if it never worked in practice?
We’ve got a theory holding strong

This little piggy went to market
Screamed the injustice cannot be
So give me death or give me freedom
But don’t you put no chains on me

Go tell the gaoler break these shackles
Tell the watchman turn your back
Stoke the fires on the money train and
Watch her jump the tracks

And cut a swathe across the city
Carving out some great divide
Until the only aspiration will be
To reach the other side

And what you leave can slowly wither
And those you leave can go to hell
Those fools should all be dreaming bigger
Throwing their pennies to the well

I say a plague on all your houses
Sell a generation cheap
Just to put nine figures in your pocket
And say what’s mine is mine to keep

Stash it away in some secret island
Far from the prying eyes and ears
And the bony fingers of the taxman
And all his marxist scrutineers

Come on, throw the money up the ladder
Tear the heart out of the town
Do everything you can to block up the pipe
So that nothing trickles down

And when the house is left in ruins
Swear to god it’s structurally sound
Ah yes we’re all in this together
But some are further from the ground.