Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corporations, artist - Martha Tilston. Album song Real, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 12.12.2010
Song language: English
Corporations |
Sometimes I’m invisible, |
just another PIN number. |
I put my card in the machine. |
I pay to withdraw my soul, |
spend more, |
consume, |
look rich. |
And all the corporations |
have a duty to the shareholders |
to sit round a big table |
and cut every slice just as fat. |
they’ve got to make more |
consume |
get rich. |
But if money is invisible |
and it generally makes you miserable. |
Do you see where I’m going with this |
what are we all hunting? |
tatoot-ta-ta. |
totootatoto |
And here am I |
on a mountain. |
I’m ever so high on a mountain. |
Sometimes I just stand on a mountain |
of thoughts like these. |
What if all the universities |
have their spinoff companies? |
What if you’re a bright spark? |
You’re working before you know you are, |
head down, |
research, |
don’t ask what for. |
Sometimes we throw a party |
get a little arty |
roll our stockings down |
dance round the kitchen, the kitchen, the kitchen. |
We get high, |
let go, |
get loud, |
And the neighbours are banging on the walls. |
They want to bring back hanging, of course. |
What are we all hunting here, |
what are we all hunting? |
tatoot-ta-ta. |
totootatoto |
tatoot-ta-ta. |
totootatoto |
And here am I in a front room |
in a Galloway |
He’s on the TV |
asking all the questions |
I just love to ask. |
Like what about the war, |
what was that for? |
Yeah, what about the war, |
what was that for? |
We want peace, |
release, |
let go… |
Sometimes we throw a party. |
we get a little arty. |
We get our instruments out. |
Play round the table, the table, the table. |
It gets us high |
we let go, |
we get loud |
And the neighbours are banging on the walls. |
They want to bring back hanging, of course. |
What are we all hunting, |
what are we all hunting? |
tatoot-ta-ta. |
totootatoto |
tatoot-ta-ta. |
totootatoto |
And here am I |
on this mountain |
and I’m ever so high on a mountain. |
Sometimes I just sit on a mountain |
of thoughts like these. |
Sometimes I’m invisible, |
just another PIN number. |
I put my card in the machine |
withdraw my soul again. |