Life's really a chocolate box Some do without, others have plenty It sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knots While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
From the cradle to the grave Point your ladle to the gravy "Food comes first, then morals" they say The end of the world's three hot meals away
Two average men eat their average meals But destiny waits at their table One is served gruel while the other chews veal But they're both spoon-fed lies, lies from the cradle
Life's really a chocolate box Some do without, others have plenty It sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knots While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty It sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knots While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
Tragic moments for the masses Work is the curse of the drinking classes "Homo homini lupus" we cry Humanity fades like the moon in the sky
You can't cook an omelette without breaking eggs First they are cracked and then beaten The only things cracked around here are our heads Recipes for disasters that we keep repeating
Life's really a chocolate box Some do without, others have plenty It sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knots While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty It sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knots While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty
Here's a real beggars' banquet A brace of rats in a bloodstained blanket Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their château Dip silver spoons into black forest gateau
Come lords and ladies, raise glasses in toast To the other-half dying to eat 'cause they who receive least deserve it the most It's a literal dead-end in Equality Street
Life's really a chocolate box Some do without, others have plenty It sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knots While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty It sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knots While your box is so full mine's perpetually empty