Lyrics Inequality Street - Skyclad

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
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 omelette without breaking eggs
First they are cracked and then beaten
The only things cracked around here are our heads
Recipes for disasters 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 bloodstained blanket
Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their château
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 least deserve it the most
It’s a literal dead-end in Equality 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
It sticks in my throat, my stomach’s in knots
While your box is so full mine’s perpetually empty