Story Behind The Song

One of the first songs I wrote, a long time ago, perhaps 1998. Wrote the lyrics and put a tune to it using the limited number of chords I knew at the time. Odd-ball (Barretty?!) type tune. A bit cryptic at times. Not one I would use in a set, but it's

Song Description

Acoustic rambling

Lyrics

How long will the peasants fill the trough for the pigs?
And how wrong could they possibly be?

I've had enough of pussy-footing around
Tip-toeing like some insignificant thing
I've decided to make myself seen and heard
Coming out of the shadows, spreading my wings

I'm sick of you thinking you're some almighty spectre
To shrink away from and how
You're the seed rationer round the cages
Of the people you think you command somehow

Well hear me now, that's gonna change
As the shepherd loses control of the flock
Peasants cross the moat to have their go
To see what they've been missing out on
Inside the walls of these political ones

You lot pretend to be on our side
Fat cats take little fish for a ride
You're gonna fall
So's your wall

Low down systematic foot soldiers
Of the number train
Your policies
Are such a pain

You're gonna fall
Yes you are, gonna fall
You've got your eye
On the wrong ball

You're by the hour caffeine drinking suit and tied up by the book type dirty crooks and I've had enough of it all


The games up and believe what I say
When I tell your lives are no good
Those rules and accounts are failure bound
Coz you don't live and love like you should

One hope for you, for everyone
Why not drop all the pretense you take and then give
It's not just a job, it's your life
So let us make the most of the lives we wanna live

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