Religion, commercialism, consumerism and feudalism
Capitalist quartet, Santa god supermarket profiteering cataclysm
Here boy, drink drug and enjoy the euphoric numbness of the way of the world
Blessed be the average; compliant souls are saved with banners, marching on, unfurled
Determined to display that instinctive awe of gentlemen and lacy coats
Of coronets and signet rings, of landed folk with stolen castles and
Latin quotes
Of hell-tellers who threat and scare into a restraining principle belief
Of hard-sellers riding high on crazed ghost horses, funeral drum the leitmotif
Scale the parapets on the whistle to maintain the status quo
Millions upon millions unaware, uncaring why they’re being told to go
The beneficent lordly gentleman knows why, demanding acquiescence
The cloth man too, preying on the souls with low esteem and little common sense
They ride alongside the grower, the expander, the plunderer of running out resources
And the supplier of the demanders, responders to magnetic market forces
Four death knell sounders charging on with baying hoards behind them
Screaming “go, we’re with you” to the base corrupters that designed them