Ouroboros


the government’s HOUNDS howl after their POUND(S) of FLESH
the deeper they BITE, the less you can FIGHT your DEBTS
so you SCRIMP, and you SAVE
for some SUN on a rainy DAY
and THEY watch you bleed and sweat.

so you drive to WORK
in a never-never CAR
to pay down your HOUSE
in which you hardly ever ARE

Ouroboros

You don’t make WAVES, you’ve gone with the FLOW, since SCHOOL
where your EDUCATION, razed a NATION, to FOOLS
you BELIEVE, what you’re TOLD,
you’ve got it GOOD, but you’ve been SOLD
‘cos THEY change the RULES

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

You’re working 24/7, three sixty-five.
You’re slaving away. Never stop to think why.
A slave to the banks, a slave to your debt.
A slave to the State, haven’t figured it yet?

Your life flashed BY, in the blink of an EYE, you’ve AGED.
Their laws and LIES, kept you OTHERWISE , ENGAGED / you’re CAGED.
You REALISE, now you KNOW / you’ve been SOLD
but too LATE, you’re too OLD.
THEY are the MASTER, you the dying SLAVE.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©23.5.2014 Andrew Robert Chapman


Pron.
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ewr-o-BORR-əs
or-ROB-or-əs


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