Rotten to the core

A Lurkers Song©Martin Cubby and Mithra Cox 2009

The banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
Ripping off the workers
The farmers and the poor
Giving credit come and get it
Isn't that what banks are for
But they know you can't repay it
And they're beating down your door

Refrain:
And the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the monument of capital
Is rotten to the core

Down on dirty Wall Street
The truth is hard to find
Lay a dirty greenback down
You've got a dirty lie
Up on hollow Main Street
The truth is what you're told
A happy life it can be bought
A happy life is sold

The vultures at the top
Are in their towers of glass and steel
Hard hands at the bottom
They're scrounging their next meal
The ones who built the mansions
Pressed the suits and parked the car
They can't afford the rent
And so it's on the credit card

So lay your money down now
Don't you worry be at ease
Snort another line of credit
From the nice Chinese
Keep buying shoes and TVs
Pay it back another day
Everyone's got to keep shopping
Or they'll take your house away

Notes
From The Lurkers CD: Shoot to the Moon
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