Lyrics of
Critique In G

From the Album: If you don't fight you lose
One of my favourite songs from an underrated band!
verse 1
There's a bastard called the economy and it keeps poor people poor
While the fat cats with the money go on making more and more
They've wrapped him in bandages to hide his gaping sores
So we can't see that he's just rotten to the core
Oh they've pumped him with medicine perscribed by good old Dr Keynes
No matter what they do we all get ripped off just the same
verse 2