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You Think You Live In A Democracy
You think you live, you think you live…

You think you live in a democracy
do you really? do you really?
You think you live in a democracy
do you really? do you really?

“Of course I do” I hear you say
“I get a vote, I have a say”
but turn your head around some day
and see the men with the money have got their way

“Of course I do”, you say to me
“I read the papers, know what I see”
but the paper is owned by one of the greedy few
and the words you read have shaped your view

and the man that you just voted for
has got the money men waiting outside his door
it’s a pity they’re the ones he listens to
‘cause they love their money but they don’t love you

You think you live in a democracy
you know it’s really a plutocracy

More Money
More money, everybody wants more money
more money, more money
everybody wants more money

More things, everybody wants more things
more things, more possessions
everybody wants more things

There’s an Arab prince from Dubai
he’s got every kind of jet plane
but that’s not enough what he really wants
is to swim in a river of champagne

More money, everybody wants more money
more money, more money
everybody wants more money

The farmer man, he used to love the land
and let his cows and chickens roam
but for some extra bucks, now he coops them up
and pumps them full of hormones

More money, everybody wants more money
more money, more money
everybody wants more money

Too Dumb To Care
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue
it had a lot more fish, it was cleaner too
he didn’t pay it no mind

In eighteen hundred and ninety-six
there was a famous Swedish physicist, he said
“burning coal is warming up the planet”
they didn’t pay him no mind

Hey oh, what a way to go, to dumb to care

In nineteen hundred and eighty-eight
world leaders were told “the earth’s not in good shape,
but if we change things now it’s not too late”
they didn’t pay it no mind

Hey oh, what a way to go, to dumb to care

So I’m leaving this humble little song
for any future travellers who might happen along
and see the mess and wonder what went wrong
If you’re Captain Kirk, it’s too late we’re all gone

By the year two thousand and nine or ten
there were record heatwaves and floods again
but the people like to listen to the charlatans
so they didn’t pay it no mind
Like the dinosaurs too dumb to think
like a monkey with a gun it’s a dangerous thing
there was food in the cupboard and fuel in the tank
so they didn’t pay it no mind
Hey oh, what a way to go, to dumb to care

So I’m leaving this humble little song
for any future travellers who might happen along
and see the mess and wonder what went wrong
If you’re Captain Kirk, it’s too late we’re all gone

You Can't Take Your Money
You can’t take your money, you can’t take your money
You can’t take your money, you can’t take your money
You can’t take your money where you’re going Rupert

As I was walking along the street
a newspaper headline I did see
in all its crass refinery
do you laugh or do you cry?
Now P.T Barnum he did say
no-one ever lost money underestimating
the publics taste, so Rupert you should be
making lots of coin

Now some people have a need for money
but some are obsessed with making money
and the object is to amass as much money
as you can before you die
yeah Rupert lives in many houses
that have many bathrooms and many toilets
but the awful truth is you can only sit
on one toilet seat at a time

So I want to tell you about his friends
George and Johnny and Tony back when
they supported him and he supported them
he was cosy will ‘em all
maybe ego was what drove those men
but Rupert said it was a good idea
to invade Iraq because he thought
it would bring down the price of oil

Move On Over
I know its destroying me but I can’t stop it
I know its destroying me but I can’t stop it
I know its destroying me but I can’t stop it
so move on over, move on over

Love is a crazy little game worth playing
and once it is broken then it’s not worth staying
but unrequited, you just keep aching, slowly dying
but that’s not my poison

Work is something that can be back breaking
When the harder you bail the more water you’re taking
you’re locked in a prison of your own making
It’s soul destroying, but it’s not my poison

Drinking is a vice that can sneak up slow
It can make you feel happy when you’re feeling low
But how much is too often is hard to know
until you try to stop, but that’s not my poison

You know that I need to keep my fires burning
and when I’m without it then my world stops turning
I guess I’m a victim of my own decisions
I decide to stop but then I just keep going
You better move on over

Two Islands
Two islands a long way away
Three mountains will show you the way
One river winding its way
through the hills and down to my hometown

Two lovers wandered away
Three children came back one day
following a river that was winding its way
through the hills and down to my hometown
There’s a lot of driftwood lying on the beach
there’s a lot of lessons that nobody can teach
no-one except the wind
it blows in from the sea and it blows out again

Two towers still gaze out each day
Three bridges help people on their way
but you can’t relive the moments
or the choices that you’ve made
nothing ever can bring them back around
For all of the struggle, the sunshine and rain
for all of your efforts trying to make your own way
it makes no difference you’ll be buried one day
with the mountains and the trees and the sand