Mud Sun - Welcome To Capitalism lyrics

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Mud Sun - Welcome To Capitalism lyrics

It's so lovely So smooth So step inside champagne Flow-ow-ow Strawberry wine Your VIP champagne Well that was Baba's piece And this is mine Designed to show a little of what makes up his mind All right? So It sounds like this Welcome to capitalism Yeah, it's yours Step inside kids Everything here is designed for your comfort And you're all invited White, rich, wealthy, European-looking, Western Whether you excel at industry Or you're swell at investment Come on, there's space for all Absolutely yes, you too, and you and you No matter your attitude Ave Caesar! Yes, absolutely Great, super, mega, brilliant Gillian, shut the gate What? Don't mind them Did they say something? Probably local thugs Our doorman will stop them coming in Don't worry Move away from the door Are you quite comfortable? We'll see your every need is catered for You have thirty seconds to comply! Canape? Cognac? Twenty seconds! Move back! Now, Neil tells me you're thinking Nigeria next Good plan I know how tedious Bolivia gets The whole water saga It's impossible to relax isn't it? When the lumpy proletariat attacks business It's enough to make one reach for the bubbly Ten seconds! But honestly I wouldn't let it trouble me Eight seconds! Would you care for seconds? Seven seconds! Cognac? Canape? You have to see things in a balanced way Five seconds! Have a co*ktail Four seconds! What can you do? Three! Have a shampoo Two! Have a hat Have a gun One! Get on the floor! No, not you Get on the floor! Get on the floor! Honestly Bloody militants Gillian, k** him Honestly, really These activists, all doom and gloom Very sorry about that, you okay? Let's move to the next room Ah! There's Baba Brinkman He's our rapper Big on money and markets A lovely crafted mouthpiece For the governing cla**es Really He's bloody marvelous The director was so impressed Between you and me He funded his masters He's rocked libraries from London to Harvard Most extrordinary Brinkman, here's a bloke you ought to meet His name is Mann, or Thatcher or something similar He does fantastic work with energy in Nigeria A great friend of the Prime Minister Brinkman's mother's an MP He's really the cleverest MC you'll ever meet He's a little left of center But nothing to be alarmed with He's read 'The Rebel Sell' So he's perfectly harmless You two will get alond fine Help yourself to snacks I've got to take a call Small matter of tax Back in a sec lads And there's why you think the system works so well, bro It's given you swell clothes and a great deal on your cell phone Free water, shiny white teeth and healthy bones Of course your defense of the fortress is well-honed Well if you're really down for doing something positive Why don't you juggle south over the border Where the world's majority live Wave your wealth at them And ask them what's wrong with it Might just make a little shift in consciousness Or maybe it might just show you what the problem is Wherever there's capitalism, there's injustice In all its monstrousness It follows like a plague Irrespective of your politics Cause it's the only way the people at the top Have ever profited