We know just what you’re doing,
We see the games you play;
So which rank, polluted river
Will you sell us down today?
You’ve filled your cronies’ pockets
And you’ve lined your own with gold;
Whatever isn’t nailed down
You’ve stolen, or you’ve sold.
You think the law can’t touch you –
You can rise above it all.
But the higher you’ve been flying
The harder you will fall.
You promised sunlit uplands
Milk and honey flowing free;
But you cannot hide your failure
Or deny reality.
And you’re not speaking for me
When you stand there, talking tough:
There’s a reckoning approaching
And it can’t come soon enough.
We won’t forget your record
Your faces or your names;
As we gaze across the ruins
We know you’re the ones to blame.
So gather up your millions
And stash ‘em safe offshore;
Then get the hell out you while you can:
You’re not wanted anymore.
If anyone fancies setting it to music, let me know. It’ll need to be LOUD.
Gonecycling (again) 