Inequality Street lyrics

Song information

Artist: Skyclad
Album: Irrational Anthems

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, 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

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 omlette without breaking eggs
(First they are cracked and then beaten)
The only things cracked around here are our heads
Recepies for disaster that we keep repeating

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

It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty

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 feast deserve it the most
It's a literal dead-end (inequality street)

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

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

It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots
While your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty