Inequality Street

Inequality Street - Skyclad

Written by：Steve Ramsey

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

Life's really a chocolate box