Let 'em eat cake, darlin', the country club says With the money we make, who cares anyways. Let 'em eat cake, people, the church bells ring. They act like such children, can't teach 'em a thing.
Up in ivory tower, up upon a hill Carefully plotting, administering his will Spinning, conniving, setting his lure Sugar Daddy for all the immature.
Let 'em eat cake, darlin', the country club speaks Patronizing power over the weak Let 'em eat cake, people, the church bells peel shepherding our flocks how to feel.
Down in the city, down in the homes Down in spirit, down to the bone. Down to decision, down to time. Down to call the shots, to take what's mine.
Let 'em eat cake, darlin', the club decrees If they won't move, cut 'em off at the knees. Let 'em eat cake, people, the church bells cry. Have you herd? Some tension. Fear marches by.
Out in the ruins, out in the hood. Brothers, sisters gath'ring, they said they would Pretty blue helmets holding the line Can't hold 'em forever, it's a matter of time.
Let 'em eat cake, darlin', the country club says With the money we make, who cares anyways. Let 'em eat cake, people, the church bells said. They're so damned needy, they'd be better off dead.
Benton Harbor by the All Clear 2012
ReplyDeleteLet 'em eat cake, darlin', the country club says
With the money we make, who cares anyways.
Let 'em eat cake, people, the church bells ring.
They act like such children, can't teach 'em a thing.
Up in ivory tower, up upon a hill
Carefully plotting, administering his will
Spinning, conniving, setting his lure
Sugar Daddy for all the immature.
Let 'em eat cake, darlin', the country club speaks
Patronizing power over the weak
Let 'em eat cake, people, the church bells peel
shepherding our flocks how to feel.
Down in the city, down in the homes
Down in spirit, down to the bone.
Down to decision, down to time.
Down to call the shots, to take what's mine.
Let 'em eat cake, darlin', the club decrees
If they won't move, cut 'em off at the knees.
Let 'em eat cake, people, the church bells cry.
Have you herd? Some tension. Fear marches by.
Out in the ruins, out in the hood.
Brothers, sisters gath'ring, they said they would
Pretty blue helmets holding the line
Can't hold 'em forever, it's a matter of time.
Let 'em eat cake, darlin', the country club says
With the money we make, who cares anyways.
Let 'em eat cake, people, the church bells said.
They're so damned needy, they'd be better off dead.