Lyrics Part 3 by Shaun Alton

-- Another Week --
Words by Shaun Alton

Another week starts just blurring into the last,
Billboards and TV showing you ya gotta live fast,
Eating and using all those products they sell,
Well I for one hope they all go to hell.

Watching all these people living their fears,
Trying to beat the Jones's creaming bucks from careers,
Fcuk the little people who they squash under heel,
Forget the fact that these people can also feel.

Your 40 inch telly showing war and death at tea-time,
Whilst you lock yourself in hiding from all that crime,
Travel bans , passport control , who can move where,
Who really decides what's right and what's fair.

The Politicians spouting their lies and deceit,
Do you really believe they represent you and me,
You grease this palm and I'll scratch your back,
People of the world unite and attack.

All that fcuking money held by oh so few,
Surley you people have got a different view,
On how this world could be changed by our say,
And we could all learn to live a different way.

Lies , control , money and so much greed,
Not a care about those mouths they could feed,
Starvation , homelessness and total ill health,
All could be cured by spreading the wealth.

Don't believe the hype I once heard someone say,
The products they sell wont change you any day,
Those change can only come from your heart,
Even if you think about this then at least it's a start.

Your born with nothing you leave with nothing so why do we hoard,
Money, cars and jewels and holiday homes abroad,
Your greed makes me sick when there's so much you could do,
To change the lives of those who've never heard of you.
Throwaway society with too much money to waste,
It all just leaves me with a fucking sour taste…..

-- Reality Cheque --
Words by Shaun Alton

Fall guys with black eyes and girls with pumped up chests
Life changing products in which we all invest,
They market it , you consume it , no time to waste here
Life is oh so cheap but money so fucking dear.

Botox , detox , designer dressed dollies pictured to tease
TV slut daily legs open , she's looking to please
Advertise your cherry , available to the highest price
If you've got the money then just choose your favourite vice.

Flash those TV white teeth into the camera now son
Enticing those buyers with all your marketing fun
Dress up those products with a little dash of mirth
Bleed that public dry for all that they are worth.

Council tax , car tax , you money grabbing leeches
Feeding of those that dream for sunny beaches
Those wishing they were somewhere else instead
Waking up to realise they're just in the same old bed.

On a roll or on the dole we like to think were free
A life of work or just penniless is the stark reality
Changing rooms and grand designs are only for the few
For the rest just keep dreaming of what we'd like to do.

Reality check ,sanity check , wake up and shake up now
Are you in control ? you'd like to think so somehow
But it's money men & media men that really run this show
I think its time we all told 'em where to go……..

Lyrics Part 1 ----- Lyrics Part 2 ----- Lyrics Part 4