(ExP)
I'm out serving for that pound sterling/
Backed by a round thirteen figure debt, how certain are your sound earnings?/
Profit in the hands of the foul vermin/
The only ones to benefit from the Dow down turning/
We're just some clowns working...with profound patience/
Work us into the ground, to make their foundations/
...Use the Caymans for their account placements/
Tax havens to profit, the rest of us bounce payments/
And our wages freeze, while inflation rises/
Costs of every day increase and their great advice is/
"Wrap up warm, and turn the heating off"/
While MPs are passing laws to put their wages up and sneaking off/
It pees me off the leaders of the people need pay increases but the people they’re leaders of need feed and are seeing squat/
What does freedom cost?...30 grand a year?/
Pubs are closing, 35% tax on beer/
As a pacifist I can’t snack on fear/
Around this time the V for Vendetta Guy Fawkes mask appears/
And we stand to clash against the cavaliers/
Doing their bit to protect the elite few who have careers/
We can stand for change, but who will make the change?/
Labour, lib dem? With them it’ll stay the same/
Don’t get me started on the right wing matey cakes/
Choose either wage slavery or the great escape//
(Chorus)
Get those pennies…Make them pounds/
Work that job so you can rent that house/
Pay those bills…Play their game/
Write that will then you can dig your grave//
(JND)
A lot o't time still feels like I'm growing up/
Need to hold my wallet tighter, got me tryna sew it shut/
Bankers reap the bonus, we only know the cuts/
Lucky cos apart from the student loan I opened up/
And my credit card soaking up the costs approaching but/
‘Till my wage arrives, I'm still gonna owe as much/
For now I'm cutting back my social stuff on weekends/
It's all work and no play; the red zone repeats then/
Can't afford to see friends…though the drink's cathartic/
Instead I'll sit alone at home and sink my harvest/
'Specially when it's ten quid for six; a bargain/
Seems that budget's lookin' out for me, int this a party?!/
Course you'll find us down the bingo hall, high rollin'/
Splash my winnings on a Maccy D's and get the Diet Cokes in/
Unaware they're patronising, never mind I'll vote 'em/
Beer and Bingo keeps me apathetic while my library's closing/
My tiny mind won't ever understand their logic/
Selling off the Royal Mail and now it's worth twice as much?/
Then you wonder why our financial system's broken/
Billions in debt, it’s now a figure that we'll never touch//
(Chorus)
Get those pennies…Make them pounds/
Work that job so you can rent that house/
Pay those bills…Play their game/
Write that will then you can dig your grave//
(Addverse)
I live beneath the radar, and move alone undetected/
Disconnected the net, living like a leper cos the rest are a threat/
Got your soul paying tax on every breath that you get/
Cashing cheques for some paper that’s essentially debt/
They print it out and put a face on it/
Value may change cos the market won't stay solid/
And what I say is honest, I've gone and made a promise/
To box clever in the game and step away from office/
A better way to profit/
Cos I don't want a life of living 9 to 5/
Feeling every day's a grind/
In the morning wake to find I hate my job and change my mind/
And all the while I'm wasting time, I need to find a piece of…mine/
And some may say that that's selfish/
But I address the issue so I see it as selfless/
As I will not contribute to the monsters that help this/
Oppressive monitory obsession in which they've held us/
Hell bent on saying to hell with any parliament - this is Mr Nice Guy talking/
I walk the path of Guy Fawkes as I'm Luke sky-walking/
Stalking survivors getting laid out and torched when I wage war I play it like I'm some sort of sorcerer/ Mind frame Smarter than an outer space Martian/
Old school traits from the days of the Spartans/
I'm taking on the greats/
And can't wait to get started/
It's flame griller...//