Skyclad - Inequality Street (onscreen lyrics) video free download
album: Irrational Anthems (1996)
lyrics:
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 meals
but 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.
Here's a real beggars banquet,
a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket
meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,
dip silver spoons into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast
to the 'other - half' dying to eat.
'Cause they who receive least deserve it the most,
it's a literal dead - end (Inequality Street).
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10 years ago
Uwe Würdinger
*Skyclad* - "Inequality Street" from 1996s "Irrational Anthems"Lyrics:Life's really a chocolate boxSome do without, others have plentyIt sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knotsWhile your box is so full mine's perpetually emptyFrom the cradle to the gravePoint your ladle to the gravy"Food comes first, then morals" they sayThe end of the world's three hot meals awayTwo average men eat their average mealsBut destiny waits at their tableOne is served gruel while the other chews vealBut they're both spoon-fed lies, lies from the cradleLife's really a chocolate boxSome do without, others have plentyIt sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knotsWhile your box is so full mine's perpetually emptyIt sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knotsWhile your box is so full mine's perpetually emptyTragic moments for the massesWork is the curse of the drinking classes"Homo homini lupus" we cryHumanity fades like the moon in the skyYou can't cook an omelette without breaking eggsFirst they are cracked and then beatenThe only things cracked around here are our headsRecipes for disasters that we keep repeatingLife's really a chocolate boxSome do without, others have plentyIt sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knotsWhile your box is so full mine's perpetually emptyIt sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knotsWhile your box is so full mine's perpetually emptyHere's a real beggars' banquetA brace of rats in a bloodstained blanketMeanwhile, gentlefolk high in their châteauDip silver spoons into black forest gateauCome lords and ladies, raise glasses in toastTo the other-half dying to eat'cause they who receive least deserve it the mostIt's a literal dead-end in Equality StreetLife's really a chocolate boxSome do without, others have plentyIt sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knotsWhile your box is so full mine's perpetually emptyIt sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knotsWhile your box is so full mine's perpetually empty10 years ago
