Текст песни Skyclad - Inequality Street
Skyclad - Inequality Street слова песни
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 mealsbut 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 blanketmeanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,dip silver spoons into black forest gateau.Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toastto 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.