Dance of the Money Men feat. The Old Rope String Band

from Small Axe by Verbal Terrorists

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lyrics

Verse 1 (Nobull)
I watch the moneymen spend their weekends on the high-street
Pretend to pity them but still dragging my feet
Thinking I’m a cog in this system feels terrible
Only power we got is to buy or be ethical
the Earth’s core has been corrupted by capital
Language constructed to make critics laughable
Our lexis is limited with synonyms and parables
They say it’s dog eat dog we all turn cannibal
The rights and the freedoms that the liberals envision
Are all about the liberties a citizen’s given
Undermine the group for individualism
Maybe why villains are overfilling the prisons
But listen ‘cos this system limits ya vision
Capitalism killing any life that’s fulfilling
You work a nine to five for life in an office
And spend all your free time buying products
A slave to corporations we line their pockets
Do you never stop and think this might be bollocks?
Chasing false dreams and a snidey promise
It’s selfish self help shit let’s try and be honest
I guess Consumerism makes the earth go round
And we’ll do anything just to earn a pound
But whilst we consume the 3rd world’s left out
So the moneymen can shout but we need 2 burst out

Chorus
(rapped)
Ching, ching, ching goes the beat that we dance to
Or left on welfare and never get a chance to
Work, work, work just to spend, spend, spend
Whilst we’re stuck in the crowd that watch the Dance of the Money Men
(x2)
(sung)
We watch the dance of the money men they cackle and the scream
We take a chance on the lottery we love to buy the dream
But there is nothing at this rainbow’s end
There isn’t any crock of gold to spend

Verse 2 (Drop Dead Fred)
The scummy money men hide up their sleeve
The silk for the web that they’re trying to weave
You might shop lift for kids that are crying to eat
Or spend a nugget on a ticket ‘cos you’re buying the dream
But the liars will scheme and say you don’t exist
Take you off the list, you’ll reside in the street
Denied the right to claim benefit
made then to spend another night with no heat
Standing at the cemetery gate
We mourn for the corpse of the welfare state
Cos they harvest the markets with targets they tell us make
Then brake down things to get in our way
It’s like Bovis and Jarvis can profit from our suffering
Whilst information keeps buffering
I keep loving me mother but that’s another thing
Gotta get out this mouth that the credits crunching in

Bridge

Chorus

Outro (Old Rope String Band)
Some people have everything, most people have nothing
The poor people get more poor the rich people get richer
They talk about privatise that’s a word that we despise
Instead what we advise is to re-nationalise
And 1 day we will watch their system crumble and fall
Everybody’s got the right to share it all…

credits

from Small Axe, released August 9, 2008
Lyrics: Drop Dead Fred, Nobull, T. Dalling
Production: Mr. Blazey, Drop Dead Fred
Instrumentation: T. Dalling, P. Challoner, J. Scurfield

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Verbal Terrorists UK

Verbal Terrorists are a politically motivated hip hop group from Newcastle, UK. We are independent activists who seek to challenge the hegemonic culture and ideology through music and direct action!