Momma Swift - Eat The Rich | Текст песни

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Grab the food and run for your lives
Stuff it in your backpack, or in pockets that are big enough to hide
Take all that you need and then take more
we're paying them for us to live
We can't survive on the crumbs or the flecks of spit that you leave scattered on the floor
If it's not tagged then it won't go off, if it's not bagged then you haven't made a loss
It's yours for the keeping
Cause if they can't feed the people they serve
Because a profit margin drowns voices unheard
Then it's time we started feeding

Eat the rich eat the rich That devour the poor and the sick
Eat the wealthy ones in suits with a 5 finger selection of fruit
Cook em up have a feast Serve them to everyone on your street
And even if you're vegan this doesn't count
Taste the victory then spit it all out

Pouring acid into the bins
You'd rather see starvation than humble scavenging
Cause then that means we don't rely on your money
If the people can't survive on waste
Then there's nothing left but to walk in and take what we need
But does that mean we've won?
Find what is broken, repair it and use
Find what's discarded without reason to lose
Our system relies on the next best thing
We can't be satisfied with the things that we have because the TV tells us
There's something new to add to our endless supply of refuse

Eat the cops, eat the bankers, eat the tory scum wankers
eat the fascists at the pub we're gonna have a feast with any luck
Eat the landlord who forced you to leave, and the sexist employer asking you for a coffee
Eat the hunters, but keep the faces and hang them over your fireplaces!

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