Inequality Street — текст песни (Skyclad)

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 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.
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,
recipies for disaster 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.
Here`s a real beggars banquet,
a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket
meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,
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 (Inequality 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.