Song Description

Written after an argument with Scottish Power about the extortionate price of our energy bill. It was quite clearly in incorrect figure, yet they swore blind it was accurate. After investigations, more arguments and omudsman involvement, they admitted the

Lyrics

Time's up
Or so they say
Been here for centuries
And we're going to remain
Fed lies
All the time
By the corporate guys
In suits while they choose
How to plan our demise

Seeing red
As we head
To the end of the line
We made our bed
Where we tread so in it we lie
Is it any surprise
We see the whites
Of the eyes
Of the beast as it approaches
To stifle our cries
Time flies
As the days go by
Try to prolong it
But we know in the back of our minds
These fires of the brightest lights
Will eventually fade

I don't know why it bothers me
When there's nothing we can do
We're living at the mercy of the self entitled few
The fat cats at the top of the pile
They're admiring the view
Whilst we all live at the bottom squashed
And unable to move

I don't,
Don't think they know
What they're doing
Seem to make it all up as they go
Using words for show
With policies to follow
Doing anything to make their capital grow

It's in our best interest
To stop standing alone
We can end being repressed
If we just start saying no
To the powers of those
Whose laws they impose
A hive is much stronger
Than a bee on its own
Let's hope
That the wind will blow
Our ship away from the shallows
That quickly approach us
Those who damage the most
Will eventually slow

I don't know why it bothers me
When there's nothing we can do
We're living at the mercy of the self entitled few
The fat cats at the top of the pile
They're admiring the view
Whilst we all live at the bottom squashed
And unable to move

Numbers
You pluck out of the air
Numbers
To keep us running scared
Numbers
Extortionate and unfair
Numbers
Pile it on, charge the interest
Add a nought, increase the threats
And hope that no-one cares

I know why it bothers me
It's because there's nothing we can do
We're living at the mercy of the self entitled few
The fat cats at the top of the pile
They're admiring the view
Whilst we all live at the bottom squashed
And unable to move