Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Downmarket, artist - David Ford. Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Song language: English
Downmarket |
| I stacked my cards against salvation |
| Put my life in dirty hands |
| Burned my clothes and jumped the border |
| Into some broken promised land |
| This whole world’s a competition |
| And we’re all fighting to the end |
| With not a soul above suspicion |
| Of my position to defend |
| These are the spoils of evolution |
| This is the wisdom that prevailed |
| This is the history we’ve chosen |
| Tried and tested, broke and failed |
| But unrelenting of momentum |
| The mercenaries marching on |
| So what if it didn’t work in practice |
| We’ve got a theory holding strong |
| This little piggy went to market |
| Screamed the injustice cannot be |
| So give me death or give me freedom |
| But don’t you put no chains on me |
| Go tell the jailer to break these shackles |
| Tell the watchman turn your back |
| Stoke the fires on the money train |
| And watch her jump the tracks |
| Cut a swathe across the city |
| Carving out some great divide |
| Until the only aspiration will be |
| To reach the other side |
| And what you leave can slowly wither |
| And those you leave can go to hell |
| Those fools should all be dreaming bigger |
| Throwing their pennies to the well |
| Well I say a plague on all your houses |
| Sell a generation cheap |
| Just to put 9 figures in your pocket |
| And say 'what's mine is mine to keep' |
| Stash it away in some secret island |
| Far from the prying eyes and ears |
| And the bony fingers of the taxman |
| And all his Marxist scrutineers |
| Come on throw the money up the ladder |
| And tear the heart out of the town |
| Do everything you can to block up the pipe |
| So that nothing trickles down |
| And when the house is left in ruins |
| Swear to God it’s structurally sound |
| Oh yes we’re all in this together |
| But some are further from the ground |