Another dollar, different day
More in the pot before you fade away
Another day, another dollar
The poverty stricken unheard above the holler
Streets paved with gold for the minority few
With the rest left drowning in a make do and fend soup
Fend for yourself if you ain't white and rich
Is stop and search a scratch police have to itch?
Policing the state? Wait! The state of the police
Is what we have here when values decrease
Vetting procedures turn a blind eye to beguile
The innocent stopped for your pleasure defiled
Denial, the new craze sweeping through at the top
Is it just me, or is it time this shit stopped?
Behind that closed door doesn't mean you're immune
To the rules and the regs you forget all too soon
They're making a mockery of a population
The power crazy few over a nation
Ply us with lies like some perverse sedation
The blind lead the sighted into confusion
Another dollar another pound
The rattle of your coffers makes a deafening sound
Another pound another dollar
To keep you in starch for your stiff choking collar.
Choked to the reality of the mess deep within
Sell out your soul on the cheapest of whims
We're alright Jack is how you get through
The rest of you jerks, get to the back of the queue.
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