It’s for your own good, I’ve got a plan
to make things better and try to to fan
out the flames of inflation in our nation
You’ve had it too good over the years;
low interest rates, but here’s the thing,
my mates are complaining of low margins
for their bonds and savings;
someone has to pay for their cravings
You know, things like a bigger boat or plane;
why shouldn’t their life stay the same?
And so the deal was signed and sealed
to ensure my cronies have a greater yield;
high interest rates will satisfy
A few of you will cry,
and lose your homes, but do not worry
we’ll buy them at auction, make lots of money
We won’t evict you, oh no that’s not the plan;
we’ll charge you rent, steal your dreams
of a life worth living, if you know what I mean.
The establishment has a history of doing this,
every fifty years or so. So just in case
the workers think that they’re entitled to live,
not just exist, the rule is, the establishment takes and you give
It’s been this way for hundreds of years
We won’t change, so dry your tears,
and work your fingers to the bone
to pay the rent for your former home
the home we bought for a song
when you could no longer carry on
Minimum wage, work till you drop, or die from exhaustion
Be grateful when we throw you a tiny wee portion
of the crumbs from our table we would throw in the bin
Knock on the door, and we might let you in, to clean up our mess,
pay our way through the high interest accrued on your credit card
It’ll all get better, if you work very hard.
To sum it all up, we’re important, you’re not not.
We’re rich, you’re poor, just be happy with your lot.