Inequality Street - Skyclad

Inequality Street - Skyclad
Written by：Steve Ramsey
Life's really a chocolate box
Some do without others have plenty
It sticks in my throat my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
From the cradle to the grave
Point your ladle to the gravy
Food comes first then morals they say
The end of the world's three hot meals away
Two average men eat their average meals
But destiny waits at their table
One is served gruel while the other chews veal
But they're both spoon fed lies lies from the cradle
Life's really a chocolate box
Some do without others have plenty
It sticks in my throat my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
It sticks in my throat my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
Tragic moments for the masses
Work is the curse of the drinking classes
Homo homini lupus we cry
Humanity fades like the moon in the sky
You can't cook an omlette without breaking eggs
First they are cracked and then beaten
The only things cracked around here are our heads
Recepies for disaster that we keep repeating
Life's really a chocolate box
Some do without others have plenty
It sticks in my throat my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
It sticks in my throat my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
Here's a real beggars banquet
A brace of rats in a blood stained blanket
Meanwhile gentlefolk high in their chateau
Dip silver spoons into black forest gateau
Come lords and ladies raise glasses in toast
To the other half dying to eat
'Cause they who receive feast deserve it the most
It's a literal dead end inequality street
Life's really a chocolate box
Some do without others have plenty
It sticks in my throat my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
Life's really a chocolate box
Some do without others have plenty
It sticks in my throat my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
It sticks in my throat my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
Life's really a chocolate box