Dan Bull - Price Tag (Beta) | Текст песни

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I know we don't have many golden nuggets but still
You've buggered up the budget and will,
Cause old people to snuff it, their heating bill too high
And they're dying 'cause they need their pills
And not knowing if you'll live until tomorrow
Is a bitter pill to swallow.
The promises that you've fullfilled are hollow.
Why are the poor, young, old and the needy
Repaying the pills that the greedy have borrowed?
Whether you lean to the left or
Whether you lean to the right
I believe we can all agree that something's not quite right.

I've got a feeling in my tummy, tummy, tummy
That there's people going hungry unneededly.
Now I don't want to play the blame game but
If I have to I will name names
And I don't want to play the blame game but
If I have to I will name names
'Cause while there's people shouting mayday their
Bloody bankers think it's payday.

Hey, no admission from the coalition, no contrition
The decisions that they've laid out have made Great Britain different,
The change they've saved is a pittance
In the face of the waste that's ingrained in the system.
The way that they're shitting on us, taking the piss
It is as if there is a plague in the cistern, it's sickening.
While we sit in front of Strictly
They're finishing us fiscally with strychnine.
Do you think the children of Milton Keynes give a fuck
Whether you follow Milton or Keynes' economics?
Still you cleaned everybody's wallet out
So we're asking for the cash back, we want it now!

I'm not trying to be funny, funny, funny,
I'm just worried about money, money, money.
Now I don't want to play the blame game but
If I have to I will name names and
I'm not trying to be funny, funny, funny,
I'm just worried about money, money, money.
Now I don't want to play the blame game but
If I have to I will name names.

Mr. Cameron reckons we're in it together.
Yeah, except the ministers with cheddar and the sinners in the City.
Sometimes I like to try and show off writing very cleverly,
So apologies for the following extended silly simile:
The rioters'll never be as quiet as a feather
Freely flying through the heavens
In the sky and gently settling upon the ground.
Sometimes I wander round
And wonder how my town could have become so bloody run down.
You're giving us the runaround
Pushing some of us underground.
I hear a thumping sound, but it's not a drum, it's crowds
Of British citizens who wish they'd never given you
The power that you now are using to give them the finger.

My usual disposition's sunny, sunny, sunny
But I'm worried about money, money, money.
Now I don't want to play the blame game but
If I have to I will name names 'cause
It's been shown by many studies, studies, studies
You need an investment of public money, money
To encourage spending and thus induce
Confidence in the market, an economic boost.

Actually you could snatch a leaf from Clement Attlee -
He did the opposite of you and it happened fantastically.
We narrowly escaped catastrophe
'Til Mrs. Tnatcher undid it dastardly.
No amnesty on bankers' salaries
Putting the lad or lass that needs it at last and least.
That's not the path that leads to everlasting peace
So cut it out
And bring back the beat.

I'm not trying to be funny, funny, funny,
I'm just worried about money, money, money.
Now I don't want to play the blame game but
If I have to I will name names 'cause
It's like a game of rugby, rugby -
The more you try, the more that you get muddy, muddy.
It's like a game of rugby - the
More you try, the more you get covered in shit.
O-o-o-oh, the more you try,
The more you try, the more you get covered in shit.

Power to the people!