Again

A Sorrow Song about living in Capitalism

Again - the busker has broke all his strings
and the author is all out of ink.
Again - the housewife has to pawn off her rings
and the banker's life blood is flowing down the sink.

Again - the hobo has holes in his shoes
and the stockholders income is gone in a flash.
Again - the southern slave still plays his last blues
and the labourer has earned himself the sack.

Again - the clock ticks another day.
Again - the prisoner pleads his plea
and the judge - disgusted - has his say
as he sentences a time and a fee.

Again - the chaos of the abused -
in perpetuum screams the child
as the opium that has been misused;
frees the tot from the economic wild.

Again - the clock ticks another day.
Again - we pretend that we have a say.
Again - we think that we are really free

from this god-damn awful machine.