Chattel


No more cuffs ‘n’ chains, no more whips ‘n’ weals,
no beggin’ to Massa fightin’ stray dogs for meals.
Take a look around now, at our grand, gilded cage,
penned in like docile sheep, no anger, (wrath) or rage.
Shoutin’ loud about our freedom, how stupefied, how lulled!
The times they may have changed but the flock is just as dumb.

Truth be told we’re fightin’ a losin’ battle:
we’re all worth less than fuckin’ cattle!
‘cos we are their

Chattel.

A circus for everyone, literally in thrall (enthralled),
our precious gift (of) life wasted behind invisible walls.
We’re no more than numbers, ‘ceptin’ the “chosen ones”.
Each tax and tithe a whip stroke, each law a loaded gun.
Each jab of the cattle prod, a step toward the abattoir,
a Stockholm syndrome sleepwalk, a modern day film noir,

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

We should all be independent,
harder to herd than stray cats.
But we’re braindead and dependent,
all white sheep, lazy and fat.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©13.11.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

Shoutin’ loud about our freedom, how dumb, blind and lulled.
The times they may have changed but we deserve the comin’ cull!
nor beggin’ to the Massa for thin gruel meals.
penned in like sheep, from babies to crooks.
A circus for everyone, to keep us enthralled,
Take a look around now, how fine our prison looks,
penned in like sheep, we’re all guilty crooks.
Take a look around now, at our fine, grand prison,
penned in like sheep, soon to be chipped like villains.
How times have changed, how subdued and lulled,
shoutin’ out ’bout freedom, but lined up for the cull!
The times have changed but we’re lined up for the cull!
penned in like sheep, we’re all guilty villains.
Here’s the truth, not useless tattle,
you’re all worth less than fuckin’ cattle!
Each jab of the cattle prod, a step toward the abattoir,
laughing on the way, a modern day film noir,
joking with the guards, a modern day film noir,
the herd saunters to the abattoir.


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