Critique in G lyricsOn If You Don't Fight You Lose (1978) and Rebel Chorus (1982)
Critique in G (Michael Atkinson) There’s a bastard called the economy And he keeps poor people poor While the fatcats with the money Go on making more and more They’ve wrapped him up in bandages To hide his gaping sores So we can’t see that he’s just rotten to the core They’ve pumped him up with medicine Prescribed by good old doctor Keynes No matter what they do We all get ripped off just the same The liberals slugged us for 23 years Until we’d had enough Everyone got sick of them So we brought in Uncle Gough Then he got sacked, now Malcolm’s back The nabob of Nareen Got the biggest election that Tammy’s ever seen It doesn’t matter who’s in power ‘Cause it’s a crooked game It’s a sure bet We will get ripped off just the same The economy’s a mad machine Which no one can control Fatcats fight for the driver’s seat but the steering wheel’s been sold To the Yanks and other foreigners Who’ll give it a dizzy spin Anytime the feel their ripped-off profits getting thin A little touch of make-up It’s such a goddam shame It’s a sure bet We will all get ripped off just the same There’s no two ways about it If we all don’t force a chance It goes on and on And we get ripped off just the same |
1978 "If You Don't Fight You Lose" Album Version
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