Uploaded November 2023 | Updated September 2026, 48 minutes ago
This one really benefits from the use of headphones (Gratitude)
Though I wrote this kind of 'au courant' with my area's politics in mind, it's definitely more of a world wide thing.
Lyrics:
You said it
Noted for the record
Big talk, Big Brother
But you better go and check it
Pretty sure you put it like 'equal
Status Quo, Quid pro type,
All together now" like, no?
Well you spend a lot of dough
And you throw a good do
Them's the breaks for us
But it's a gas for you
Full throttle
Like we don't see you choking us out
With that bottle and that ticket and that debt, now
Just going nowhere
Aren't you on a private jet?
You got a nation under thumb
Did you dumb forget?
Small minds, big pockets
Never mind those put in the ground
When you can spend it on rockets, man.
And feed the kids if you're such shot callers
Stop leaving it up to the poor and footballers
Blast em, lambast em
Cause they make you look bad?
Man, you don't need any help there
Oh please
We won't beg your pardon
We're already on our knees
Saw your party at the party
With your high rolled sleeves
Hair down, f****** living it up
Back pats, self grats?
You can put down the cup
You should have never held chairs in any capitol roll
Head case, head of states to the top of the poll
Bread wastes, "let em eat cake"?
All that you stole?
A Queen would be ashamed how many hearts you rolled
Take your bows
And by that I mean out
Take your Dow shares and clout fears
And bounce, you louts
Nobody cares, let alone reveres you
Set rules for "us" that you won't adhere to
It's clear who fucked up here no doubt
Dress it up, King clothed
All flouncing about
In your Saville Row suits
With your Soho girls
Bozos
You who run this world
This one really benefits from the use of headphones (Gratitude)
Though I wrote this kind of 'au courant' with my area's politics in mind, it's definitely more of a world wide thing.
Lyrics:
You said it
Noted for the record
Big talk, Big Brother
But you better go and check it
Pretty sure you put it like 'equal
Status Quo, Quid pro type,
All together now" like, no?
Well you spend a lot of dough
And you throw a good do
Them's the breaks for us
But it's a gas for you
Full throttle
Like we don't see you choking us out
With that bottle and that ticket and that debt, now
Just going nowhere
Aren't you on a private jet?
You got a nation under thumb
Did you dumb forget?
Small minds, big pockets
Never mind those put in the ground
When you can spend it on rockets, man.
And feed the kids if you're such shot callers
Stop leaving it up to the poor and footballers
Blast em, lambast em
Cause they make you look bad?
Man, you don't need any help there
Oh please
We won't beg your pardon
We're already on our knees
Saw your party at the party
With your high rolled sleeves
Hair down, f****** living it up
Back pats, self grats?
You can put down the cup
You should have never held chairs in any capitol roll
Head case, head of states to the top of the poll
Bread wastes, "let em eat cake"?
All that you stole?
A Queen would be ashamed how many hearts you rolled
Take your bows
And by that I mean out
Take your Dow shares and clout fears
And bounce, you louts
Nobody cares, let alone reveres you
Set rules for "us" that you won't adhere to
It's clear who fucked up here no doubt
Dress it up, King clothed
All flouncing about
In your Saville Row suits
With your Soho girls
Bozos
You who run this world
